Queen bee cut through the Bexley streets where pearly kings laid down well groomed wreaths
Roads had been swept for courtesy curb rejects as the toothless bums were kidnapped from the worn park steps
Officers bowed behind dusted lapels as gaunt grammar school boys taunted the shy Catholic school girls
Out of breath toy soldiers were on top of yearly contests, beaming like studded stars as she hung tin medals round their sunburnt necks

Cooley kids formed a string quartet playing out of date licks for All the Queens Men
Flag waving arms ached in the afternoon heat as the pearly kings…
Clapped hands and tapped their feet

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, dear majesty
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, dear majesty

Walkabout cross town had her playing up to the blood baiting crowd as she opened a bottle of fairy liquid and tipped it in the Broadway water fountain
As the bubbles poured out the cheering crowd picked up a shout; ‘Who’ll save the Queen?’
Wearing a Union Jack ascot hat and a flattering poker-dot Mac, she worked the paparazzi line like a real red carpet pro
Taking time out to speak on a young fans phone, to his Nan struggling with hearing loss sitting safely at home

Army grunts catch their breath striking lion like fronts for All the Queens Men
Broad shouldered soldiers barked orders in the heat as these crew cut kids…
Marched arms and stamped their feet

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, dear majesty
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, dear majesty

Banishing the soft spots of rain with this old tribal dance, she handed out her grandson’s number to the prettiest girls in this town
As boroughs best athletic hope cracked a joke in his tightest tracky-Bs, the Queen grabbed the bouquet of posies from his grip and whispered something sweet in his ear
Cineworlds smell of stale popcorn it drew the procession to halt, Harry Potter screen three sold out to the Queen and her entire entourage
This block-eyed security guide pulled out an ‘unlimited refill Tomb Raider flask’ and handed it to the star struck school kid working the till behind the glass

This red-faced fool, tripped on his shoe, falling head over heels, dropping the flask and the food.
Flash photos showed him fighting the tears as the Queen so compassionately…
Grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, dear majesty
Bleeds from the cracks on these dead end streets
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, dear majesty

Raw eyed recruits were broke and beat when she finally made it to their street, orders forced round the Danson assault course waiting for the film to come to an end
Major Tom apologized for the eye watering smell of salt and sweat but the Queen just laughed and cracked a gag saying she preferred…
Well worn men

The renovated old Danson house opening was her final port of call, but she’d hardly been inside for long when she burst back out through the front doors
Screaming high, swearing blind she’d seen a ghost skulking the halls, as she jumped in her car, hit the lights and trailed like fire down the main road

The tourist board saw park sales sore as out of town kids camped out on the estate floors
This haunted endorsement brought the cash flooding in, whilst the Bexley streets…
Buzzed with tales from the Queens visit