Kick, kick, kick, kick
kicking at the gates like iand'm an urban guerrilla
and going for the victory like the thrilla in manila
weand're a nation of shoplifters, weand're druggies, petty crooks
it seems to be our style, we havenand't horsey looks
Itand'll be funky, itand'll be funky yeah, itand'll be funky
Queenieand's feeling meanie, weand've seen her get her cash taxed
canand't hear the jeers, they fear she needs her ears waxed
chuckieand's riding bareback but only playing polo
itand's no go with the missus and now heand's going solo
Charlieand's lost his marlies, he used to be a pillar
before he got busted and lusted for camilla
squidgy getting fidgety at home all alone
and gilbey, we know heand'll be shortly answering the phone
The family, the family, the family horribilus
the family, the family....
The suitors are all looters and theyand're closing in on fergie
their game was fame but now theyand've got the lurgy
the familyand's expanding and everyoneand's a stand-in
a palace full of malice as everyone is crammed in
As lizzieand's getting older, over her shoulder thereand's a rival
dizzy di is busy sowing the seeds of survival
you wanna sow some seeds, well get on your tractor
and get eddie out of bed or heand'll never make an actor
Itand'll be funky, itand'll be funky yeah, itand'll be funky...
The royals are spreading like boils, it does your head in
we have no choice, weand're invoiced for the weddings
itand's like a soap, a dallas or a dynasty
we live in hope to put them out their misery
Fire the freaky family, weand're tired of the cheek
as you holiday your life away our futures look bleak
as your castleand's burning down you want the people to pay for it
ask us to defend you, weand've got nothing to say for it
The family, the family, the family horribilus
the family, the family...
Kicking at the gates like we think weand're on the guest list
weand're told to wait - too late, weand're getting restless
the crowd is swelling as theyand're smelling the thrill
thereand's dancing in the rubble and thereand's trouble at the mill
Thereand's warning of the storming, news of the resistance
the peasants are revolting, advancing from the distance
thereand's panic and thereand's anarchy and breaking the rules
theyand're making fake money and theyand're taking the jewels
What will it be? funky! (x4)
All without a fuss, the coup has been victorious
the banners wave, proclaiming annus glorious
What will it be? funky! (x4)
Itand'll be funky, itand'll be funky yeah.. (x2)
