Well, you're so cool and
you're so clever
And I bet your middle name's
Endeavour
So it must be why you know
all the things you do
I mean, I'm sorry that I
can't be with you
But I'm so kindly, I'll forgive you
For the stuff you said about me,
that never was true
And now you'll occupy
some leafy square
Take the higher ground and the rarer air
And say the peasants down
below you are to blame
But then you'll fly out to a
Tuscan villa
Pinot
Grigio, cooling in the chiller
But you never ever deign to
call me by my name
Queen of the
Green
Please save the world for me
For I'm a fool and I know not your ways,
Nor the wonders you weave.
Queen of the green,
Cast down your pearls for me.
Sand the corners off,
Never mind the blisters,
Cover me in chocolate
And serve me to the sisters.
There's a man outside
who's dressed in red
He wants to know why
you're still out of bed
And where the ac cess to your
chimney may be found
Ah, but what's that jingle in the ingle?
Is it climate change or just
Kris
Kringle?
For by now I'm sure that you'll have
covered all the ground
Queen of the
Green
Please save the world for me
For I'm a fool and I know not your ways
Nor the wonders you weave
Queen of the
Green
Cut down your pearls for me
Crack a little smile,
just the one for
Christmas
Cov er me in chocolate and serve me to the sisters
Merry
Christmas
Roger, let's do it again, only not
Wednesdays, that's when I see my
pineapple therapist,
Miss
Kowalski, she's strict as
hell but she's very fair.