A lyric to unite all of us royalists and Republicans on this special day - a Michael Jackson tune (something old), New lyric, Borrowed (someone else's husband) and Blue ( seems to have done the job)
It's close to midday and something hideous lurking in the dark
Under the big hat, you see a sight that reminds you of a work of art
Munch's scream even Alex Mcqueen couldn't save her look
Her looks can freeze as Charles looking right into her eyes
He's hypnotised
There ain't no second chance you're gonna have to dance with
Camilla, Camila night
You'd swap places with Houllier from Villa than have to go through this again tonight
(Vincent price monologue nearly as terrifying as the dire commentary we have had to endure all day - fade ad nauseam like the notion of a balanced media repeat when Harry gets a girl)
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