The Tudors Songtext

He liked his name so much that
To keep alive his memory
He called his own son Henry
What was he like!

Everyone said Henry
The Eighth was a baddie
I have to agree
Even though he was my daddy...

'Cause we're Tudors
Britain's biggest feuders
And just like barracudas
We kill with methods foul...

Tudors!
Each enemy a Judas
At least we're not as rude as
Simon Cowell...
My reign was quite notorious
I liked to hunt and slaughter
But then you had a daughter
Mary was her name

It was son I wanted
So I divorced her mother
Then wife two had another
A girl? Not again!

Tudor!
Superior to you, duh
Who followed me as ruler?
Best not to ask...

It must have been my laddie
Yes sickly little Eddie
Was ill and soon got deady
And who came next!

Your daughters then took over
First came bloody Mary
My sister's rule was scary
So all hail me...

Tudors!
The history books reviewed us
As nutters and big bruisers
Who'd kill and cull...

I never had an heir
So our reign ended there
We may not have been fair
But we were never dull...