Honey, honey
    My you did look dapper in your mothers
    Old green scarf
    With your famous Auntie Aurthur's trousers on
    You were slapped by that slapper
    And how we all laughed
    But she laughed the loudest
    Oh in '93
    You could charm the bees nees of the bees

    "Cheeky" you'd say and we all fell around
    Rolling 'round the playground

    "Saucy" you'd say and we all fell about
    Rolling 'round the playground

    In the '94
    We all sang
    Skipping and dancing hand in hand
    Yeah with all the boys together
    And all the girls together

    She's the last of the English roses
    She's the last of the English roses

    (I wish to be so whirl awake again)
    She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys
    And her Kappas from her Reeboks
    And her tit from her tat
    And Winstons from her Enoks
    It's fine and take what I
    Coming out, coming alive
    Round the Snooker table
    You dance the Frutti-Tutti

    She almost spilled her lager
    Toasting girls of great beauty

    But the closing moved by
    Coming of age, coming alive
    All the boys together
    And all the girls together

    She's the last of the English roses
    She's the last of the English roses
    Yeah she's the last of the English roses
    She's the last of, last of the English
    English roses

    Ah sometimes you can't change
    There'll be no place