She'd gotten used to the idle life
Following the sun was her full-time occupation
A lesson to us all
Foot-loose for the education

Oh, but look at her now
Fox-trotting the globe
With her head in the clouds

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I haven't got no money
To keep this ship afloat
And I don't think that it's funny
It looks like sunk my boat

But she'll keep me dangling on and on and on...

Furs and pearls, I'm trapped in your pocket
Where six-foot toys stumble upon it
Your high-class ways
Have seen better days
But to me you'll always be
Uncomplicating, infatuating

[CHORUS x2]

Royal Britannia
The Jet-Set dreams on and on
Into another sun-drenched scene where
Kings and queens and jesters preen

You know, you know
I haven't got no money
To keep this ship afloat
And I don't think that it's funny
It looks like sunk my boat

I haven't got no money
To keep this ship afloat
And I don't think that you're funny
It looks like sunk my boat