Do be a proper subject, what must ever proper be And not just when the monarch's dropping by for tea Which by the way, reminds me, was my invitation lost? Perhaps the palace mailroom got their signals crossed Well, in either case, they face disgrace So let's begin the execution Yes, in either case, they face disgrace Oh, will the Queen And you, young lady, who are you? I don't believe we've met I'm from the land of credit cards and endless debt I see, that sounds an awful place No wonder you've come here No matter here or there, let me make one thing clear If you anger me, there'll be no tea And very little sympathizing There will be no tea, says your majesty Oh, will the Queen Your majesty is right, of course Of course I am, I am the source And will not suffer those who disagree Like Tweedledum and Tweedledee, she will heartedly agree Your highness I do agree, your majesty If I agree, is there a fee? There will be, if you sing the song of fee We crave a boon from you, my queen More of our royal favor Whether large or small or none at all You must be careful what you wish for Whether large or small or none at all All hail the queen