| Lyrics: | Gonna tell you a story
About Chuck and Diane.
Couple British kids from
The palace at
Buckingham.
Chuckie wants to grow up
And be a polo star,
And ride his little
horsies
All around the backyard. (oh yeah)
You know they really paid their dues.
I said
hey, lawdy mama.
They got them Buckingham blues.
Now Chuckie goes hunting,
And leaves
Diane alone.
So she fixes her hair,
And she talks on the Princess Phone.
Chuckie's still
tryin' to figure out
What his job's supposed to be,
And Diane's the fashion leader
Of
the aristocracy.
I said hey, Lady Di,
Tell me where'd you get them shoes? Ah,
Well hey
nonny nonny,
Looks like you got them Buckingham blues.
Aw, bein' heir to the throne,
well
It must be awful hard.
Gotta pose for pictures
Out on the front yard.
And Lady
Di, well,
She must have it pretty rough.
Gotta hang around the house all day,
Makin'
babies and stuff.
Another game of croquet,
Then they're off on a Caribbean cruise.
Well
hey bop-a-re-bop,
They really got them Buckingham blues.
(Ah, tell it to me, now tell it
to--wow!
Ah got my mojo workin'!)
They don't serve no Twinkies
With their afternoon
tea.
Never had a dinner
Made by Chef Boy-ar-Dee.
Bein' in the spotlight
Is a hard
life to choose.
Diane drops half a pound,
It's on the six o'clock news. Ah yeah,
Those
kids have really paid their dues.
Aw, what a royal pain it is,
When you got them Buckingham
blues. |
