Anyone whose lived around these parts
Or ever knew'd us
Is well aware that you should never mess with the Tudors
My Grandad Henry Seventh
He beat King Richard
That's him pictured
Defeating the Tyke
He liked his name so much that
To keep alive is memory
He called his own son Henry
What was he like

Everyone said Hen-er-y the eighth was a baddy
I have to agree
Even though he was my daddy
(Just popping of to chop some wives)
Cos we're Tudors
Britain's biggest feuders
And just like barracudas
We kill with methods foul

Tudors
Each enemy a Judas
At least we're not as rude as
Simon Cowell
My reign was quite notorious
I liked to hunt and slaughter
But then you had a daughter
Mary was her name
It was a son I wanted
So I divorced her mother
Then wife two had another
A girl? Not again
(That's me your talking about)

Tudor
Superior to you, duh
Who followed me as ruler
Best not to ask
It must have been my laddie
Yes sicky little Eddie
Was I'll and soon got deady
And who came next?
Your daughters then took over
First came Bloody Mary
My sisters rule was scary
So all hail me
Tudors
The history books reviewed us
As nutters and big bruisers
Who kill and cull
I never had an heir
So our reign ended there
We my not have been fair
But we were never dull