
I’m Henery the Eighth, I am Harry Champion
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[Verse 1]
You don't know who you're looking at
Now have a look at me
I'm a bit of a nob I am
Belong to Royaltee
I'll tell you how got came about
I married widow Burch
And I was King of England
When I toddled out of church
Outside the people started shouting, “Hip hooray”
Said I, “Get down upon your knees its Coronation Day
[Chorus]
I'm Henery the eighth I am
Henery the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She's been married seven times before
Everyone was a Henery she wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
I'm her eighth old man namеd Henery
I'm Henеry the eighth I am
[Verse 2]
I left the Duke of Cumberland a pub up in the town
Soon with one or two moochers I was holding up the Crown
I sat upon the bucket that the car men think their own
Surrounded by my subjects I was sitting on the throne
Out came the potman saying, “No get off to the bed”
Said I, “Now say another word and off'll go your head
You don't know who you're looking at
Now have a look at me
I'm a bit of a nob I am
Belong to Royaltee
I'll tell you how got came about
I married widow Burch
And I was King of England
When I toddled out of church
Outside the people started shouting, “Hip hooray”
Said I, “Get down upon your knees its Coronation Day
[Chorus]
I'm Henery the eighth I am
Henery the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She's been married seven times before
Everyone was a Henery she wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
I'm her eighth old man namеd Henery
I'm Henеry the eighth I am
[Verse 2]
I left the Duke of Cumberland a pub up in the town
Soon with one or two moochers I was holding up the Crown
I sat upon the bucket that the car men think their own
Surrounded by my subjects I was sitting on the throne
Out came the potman saying, “No get off to the bed”
Said I, “Now say another word and off'll go your head
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