We're Tudors

Anyone whose lived around these parts

Or ever knew'd us

Is well aware that you should never mess with the Tudors

My Grandad Henry Seventh

He beat King Richard

That's him pictured

Defeating the Tyke

He liked his name so much that

To keep alive is memory

He called his own son Henry

What was he like

Everyone said Hen-er-y the eighth was a baddy

I have to agree

Even though he was my daddy

(Just popping of to chop some wives)

Cos 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 a son I wanted

So I divorced her mother

Then wife two had another

A girl? Not again

(That's me your talking about)

Tudor

Superior to you, duh

Who followed me as ruler

Best not to ask

It must have been my laddie

Yes sicky little Eddie

Was I'll and soon got deady

And who came next?

Your daughters then took over

First came Bloody Mary

My sisters rule was scary

So all hail me

Tudors

The history books reviewed us

As nutters and big bruisers

Who kill and cull

I never had an heir

So our reign ended there

We my not have been fair

But we were never dull