Horrible Histories Born 2 Rule
I took the throne of England,
Just cuz' I was Protestant,
German Prince whose English stank,
King George Number One.
I liked to argue now that's clear,
Especially with my father here,
And when he died of diarrhoea,
I fought with my son.
I broke Records,
With my sixty year reign.
And I broke the scales,
With my giant Frame.
Born to Rule over you,
King George four, three, one, and two.
You had to do what we told you to,
Just because our blood was blue.
I was a hunk,
Girls adored me,
Ladies all, swooned before me,
They would do, anything for me,
Or I'd have their husbands killed.
Had a war,
With Prince Charles Bonnie
Everyone said that I was f-f-funny.
I spent everyone's money.
Our subjects were not thrilled.
I was the sad one.
And I was the bad one.
I was the mad one.
And I was the fat one.
We were Born to rule over you,
George's One , Three, Four and Two.
England's Kings, Though we were German too,
Him, then Him, then Me, then you.
We were born (bo-)
-rn to rule over you,
Born to rule,
Gorged on fruit,
Then I died on the loo!
People hated us, and we hated them too,
Born to rule over you (bo-)
-rn to rule over you,
Me-a was as batty as a bonkers kangaroo.
Me-a would have been more at home in a zoo,
And now, our song, is through.
Yeah...
Georges
Banana