I'm Henery the Eighth, I Am
(Murray and Weston)

You don't know who you're looking at; now have a look at me!
I'm a bit of a nob, I am, belong to royalty.
I'll tell you how it came about; I married Widow Burch,
And I was King of England when I toddled out of church.
Outside the people started shouting, "Hip, hooray!"
Said I, "Get down upon your knees, it's Coronation Day!"

cho: I'm Henery the Eighth, I am!
Henery the Eighth, I am, I am!
I got married to the widow next door,
She's been married seven times before.
And every one was a Henery
She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam.
I'm her eighth old man named Henery,
Henery the Eighth I am!

I left the Duke of Cumberland, a pub up in the town.
Soon with one or two moochers I was holding up the Crown.
I sat upon the bucket that the carmen think their own;
Surrounded by my subjects I was sitting on the throne.
Out came the potman, saying, "Go on, home to bed!"
Said I, "Now say another word, and off'll go your head!"

Now at the Waxwork Exhibition not so long ago
I was sitting among the kings, I made a lovely show.
To good old Queen Elizabeth I shouted, "Wotcher Liz!"
While people poked my ribs and said, "I wonder who this is!"
One said, "It's Charley Peace!" and then I got the spike.
I shouted, "Show yer ignorance!" as waxy as you like.

RG