Now, this is a story all about me
The Fresh Ginger Prince of British Royalty
And I’d like to take a moment of your time
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the Fresh Prince of Spare Heir
In Windsor Castle, London, born and raised
Silver spoon in mouth was where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’, at Eton College
And all whilst showing off my fancy dress and WWII knowledge
When a couple of girls in Las Vegas took photos of me starkers
Started making money by selling to the press, the nosey parkers
Front page news and my granny got irate
She said, “You’re going to war in Afghanistan, mate”
I begged and pleaded with her, threatened to reveal one day on Oprah
But she packed my things, and said “if you do, the UK Government will call a Cobra”
She guided me to the door with her corgis, I couldn’t stop her
I put my iPod on and said, “Fine, where’s my chopper”
Royal class, yo this is nice
Titanic gin please, easy on the ice
William, is this what serving in the military is like?
Hmm, if so, the long line to the British throne can take a hike
But wait, I thought they bought their medals online, no disputes
I’d much rather be at home watching that chick from Suits
I don’t think so
I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the Fresh Prince of Spare Heir
HE (HARRY) IS A DISGRACE TO HIS FAMILY!
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