Momus - The Seventh Wife of Henry VIII lyrics
[Momus - The Seventh Wife of Henry VIII lyrics]
Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake baker's man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
If you can't bake a cake
Bake a crepe or a flan
And bring it to my wedding with The Man
Patati, patata, pataphysique
They say the king of England
Has a real mean streak
His first six wives had
Their heads chopped off
But Henry VI I I is in love
Well he's my king, baby, he's my prize
The most eligible married man alive
He's so great, and I know my fate
The seventh wife of Henry VI I I
Catherine of Aragon could only bear daughters
Anne Boleyn she went in like
A heiffer to the slaughter
Anne of Cleves was a German bore
Catherine Howard a total whore
He had a son with Jane Seymour
You're history, Catherine Parr
You've all had your time
Heads off, he's mine!
Well I know he might seem to be a big brute
But he wait's on me hand and foot
And when I blow upon his flute
He plays 'Greensleeves' on a lute
Well I am beautiful and I am slim
I'm the only one who understands him
He may get angry, but I don't care
He's a Tudor, they've got red hair
I know his executioner, a really sweet guy
I promise you that he would never hurt a fly
We're really good friends
He's got lovely big hands
He says Henry has plans for me
Some people say because his wives all died
Marrying him would be just
Like committing suicide
Don't be scared for me, you'll see
There's nothing scary, honestly
I understand the man inside the king
I'll be fine it's so different this time
Heads off, he's mine!
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
If you can't bake a cake
Bake a crepe or a flan
And bring it to my wedding with The Man
Patati, patata, pataphysique
They say the king of England
Has a real mean streak
His first six wives had
Their heads chopped off
But Henry VI I I is in love
Well he's my king, baby, he's my prize
The most eligible married man alive
He's so great, and I know my fate
The seventh wife of Henry VI I I
Catherine of Aragon could only bear daughters
Anne Boleyn she went in like
A heiffer to the slaughter
Anne of Cleves was a German bore
Catherine Howard a total whore
He had a son with Jane Seymour
You're history, Catherine Parr
You've all had your time
Heads off, he's mine!
Well I know he might seem to be a big brute
But he wait's on me hand and foot
And when I blow upon his flute
He plays 'Greensleeves' on a lute
Well I am beautiful and I am slim
I'm the only one who understands him
He may get angry, but I don't care
He's a Tudor, they've got red hair
I know his executioner, a really sweet guy
I promise you that he would never hurt a fly
We're really good friends
He's got lovely big hands
He says Henry has plans for me
Some people say because his wives all died
Marrying him would be just
Like committing suicide
Don't be scared for me, you'll see
There's nothing scary, honestly
I understand the man inside the king
I'll be fine it's so different this time
Heads off, he's mine!