Now don't you feel sorry For poor Princess Anne? She seems so sincere, And she stands by her man But as each year goes by Through no fault of her own She moves another notch away from the throne Now Mark said to Annie On a grim winter's day "I hear that Diana is in a family way." Well, Anne bravely smiled, And said, "How very chic," But a little royal tear slid down the royal cheek. She can ride, she can curtsey, And she's got a long dress. She can cut a mean ribbon, She can carve up the press. But it's all been for nothing, And it seems kind of mean To be thirty years a princess And never a queen. How must she be feeling Our poor Princess Anne? She's been training for glory Since her life began And while it's true in the saddle She's a regular champ She's never gonna see Her pretty face on a stamp But she can ride, she can curtsy, And she's quite well-to-do She can stand up for hours Without going to the loo But from her place on the shortlist, She's watched fate intervene And now it's thirty years a princess And never a queen. Why'd Charles have to marry That baby machine? And now it's thirty years a princess And never a queen.