Letras
They stripped the Prince, left him cold in the palace halls,
Now he's just Andrew no title, no cause.
Still feels entitled though, don't he
Let's talk about it.
They called him Randy Andy, back in the heyday,
Flash suits, playboys, royal highways.
Had it all, silver spoon, crown on standby,
But power corrupts when truth walks by.
Said he didn't sweat yet the truth came drippin',
In a Newsnight chair, whole world just listenin'.
Talkin' pizza alibis, cold as Windsor stone,
But lies melt quick when the sun's shone.
Mom was grace, the nation's pearl and pride,
But she missed one storm she couldn't tide.
Didn't rein him in now the reign looks thin,
A monarchy cracked by what's within.
They stripped your title, but you still feel entitled,
Standing on shame like it's royal and rightful.
How's it feel now the crown turned spiteful
World got receipts, they're all going viral.
They stripped your title, but you still feel entitled,
Silk sheets cold, your mirror's frightful.
Used to rule rooms, now rooms rule you
Sandringham gates won't let you through.
Inferior to Charles since the cradle days,
Second son blues, that shadow stays.
Teddy bears lined where the empathy ain't,
Got plush toys loyal humans ain't.
"Cancerous proclivities" that rot in the root,
Press played dumb, gave him royal salute.
Meghan got dragged for breathing air,
While he got grace 'til the leaks laid bare.
Tried to buy silence with the taxpayer purse,
Now the papers rehearse every dirty verse.
Said he never met her till the photo proved,
Even in exile, that mask don't move.
They stripped your title, but you still feel entitled,
Standing on shame like it's royal and rightful.
How's it feel now the crown turned spiteful
World got receipts, they're all going viral.
They stripped your title, but you still feel entitled,
Silk sheets cold, your mirror's frightful.