The Seventh Wife Of Henry VIII

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 Vlll 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 Vlll 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 And catherine Howard a total whore He had a son with Jane Seymour You're history, Caterine Parr You've all had your time Heads off, he's mine! Well know he might seem to be a big brute But he waits 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 comming 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!