My, you did look dapper in your mothers Old green scarf With your famous Auntie Aurthur's trousers on You were slapped by that slapper And we all laughed She laughed the loudest Oh in ninety-three You could charm the bees nees of the bees Cheeky you'd say and we all fell around Rolling 'round the playground Saucy you'd say and we all fell about Rolling 'round the playground In the ninety-four We all sang Skipping and dancing hand in hand Yeah with all the boys together And all the girls together She's the last of the English roses She's the last of the English roses She knows her Rodney's from her Stanley's And her Kappas from her Reebok And her tit from her tat And Winston's from her Enok's It's fine and i'll take what I Coming out, coming alive Round the Snooker table You dance the Frutti-Tutti She almost spilled her lager Toasting girls of great beauty But the closing moved by Coming of age, coming alive And hey, and all the boys together And all the girls together She's the last of the English roses She's the last of the English roses She's the last of the English roses She's the last of the English rose (Ah sometimes you can't change There'll be no place Ce soir, disons chez moi Enfin je compte de toi Je te drague la rose mystique Tu l'arrose mystique? Ha, vas-y C'est mon monde de soleil)