Manage Your Flamingo

Manage your flamingo

If you play croquet, dear

When you play croquet, dear

You have to do the do

You tuck 'em down low

From feet to the chin

Then batter to your hedgehog

Again and again

Oh, manage your flamingo

Like the queen is passing

When the queen is passing

You have to do the do

You plant a rose white

You best paint it red

As soon as she passes

It's off with your head

Knaves lose their faces

The faceless must die

Fives club their aces

Diamonds ask why

Why?

Don't they ask why?

Oh, manage your flamingo

Or it's done for You, my love

Oh, she's done with you, my love

Unless You do the do

And tell her how fine

A day for croquet

Then who but the queen could

Conceive such a game

Gather your hedgehog

Set Him on the green

Swing your flamingo

God save the queen

Will God save the queen?

Will God save the queen?

Will God save the queen?

Will God save the queen?

Will God save the queen?