LYRICS:

A little more Reformation, a lot less monasteries

Wanna get my hands on all their money, please.

A little less pope a lot more king, I sure do hope to grab their bling

‘Cos war with France is what will satisfy me and that sure is pricey.

 

Passed a law so the Pope’s been banned

Now I’m top dog in the Church of England.

It’s going swell, I ain’t got the blues

Unless you count my jousting bruise, got rid of Anne, her head to lose.

 

To get my kicks at 36

I’m up to my old violent tricks

If the Church is mine, so’s this stuff

They’re about to find that I play rough!

 

A little more Reformation, a lot less monasteries

Wanna get my hands on all their money, please.

A little more king, a lot less nuns, I’ll sell their land to buy more guns

‘Cos war with France is what will satisfy me and that sure is pricey.

 

For the Church, this won’t end well

I’m sending in my man Cromwell.

With suspicious minds and a pack of lies

He’ll ignore their desperate cries, then take their land for my prize.

 

Refusing me is kind of treasonable

But I’m a guy who can be reasonable

I’ll offer pensions, payment schemes

But crush the monks who block my dreams.

 

A little more Reformation, a lot less monasteries

Wanna get my hands on all that money, please.

If those abbots don’t change tack I’ll send them to the jailhouse rack

They’d better ditch the pope and recognise me, yeah, recognise me.

 

So chuck out the monk (the monk, the monk)

Chuck out the monk (the monk the monk)

Some may quit, if they can, the rest I’ll squash in my hand

Yes that means they’ll be slaughtered, even hung drawn and quartered!

 

A little more Reformation, a lot less monasteries

Wanna get my hands on all their money, please.

I’ll flog the buildings, sell the gold, close the libraries, those books are old

There’s nothing you can do to try and stop me ‘cos I’m King Henry. Oh, mama!

A little more Reformation, please.