LYRICS:

I love to be a British queen, I am Victoria, you see.
Now where’s my British butler with my British cup of tea?
Tea is not from Britain, ma’am, from India it was brought.
Yes, for your cuppa, thousands died and many wars were fought.

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British things, my British things
It seems that tea is not.
British things, my British things
Can I sweeten it a jot?

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Do tell me sugar’s British though - No, it’s Caribbean, imported.
For sugar in your cup of tea slavery’s been supported.
I know it’s wrong, your majesty but slaves in Africa
Worked hard in fields of sugar cane to sweeten up your char.

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British things, our British things
I thought that there were many.
British things, our British things
Afraid there’s hardly any.

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You know your British cotton vest - what’s wrong with it? Explain!
The cotton’s from America and picked by - slaves again.

Your empire’s built on fighting wars, that’s how your income’s swollen
Your British things are from abroad and most are, frankly, stolen.

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Whatever next? Go on, pray tell!
Our British queen is foreign as well?
It’s true, I am of foreign descent
And your husband, Albert? A German gent!

At least I’ve got a British name.
Victoria’s Latin - that’s a shame!

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British things, my British things
There are none, we declare
All our favourite British things
Seem to come from elsewhere!