When your mother sent back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me Queen Jane Won't you come see me Queen Jane And when all the flower ladies are back where they let you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me Queen Jane Won't you come see me Queen Jane When all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me Queen Jane Won't you come see me Queen Jane And when all of your advisors start to neglect you And you cannot convince them of your pay And you want someone to protect you Won't you come see me Queen Jane Won't you come see me Queen Jane . . . And when all of the bandits that you turn your foot in the cheek to Are laid out their bandanas and complain And you want someone you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me Queen Jane Won't you come see me Queen Jane . . .