LYRICS:

I bet you think the Stuarts were an English dynasty
But we only came to England when the crown belonged to me.
Our clan may hail from Scotland
But our tales are not a bonnie one, you’ll see.

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We got the blue blooded blues in our blue Stuart shoes
Each king queen and heir had a personal nightmare
Have you heard the news? We got the blue blooded blues!

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Let’s start with me, King Robert III, some say I was a fool
Once fell off my horse and hurt my self, quite badly, how un-cool
Ended up with a limp, and limp was what they called my rule.
(And I tell you for why)

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We got the blue blooded blues, strapping sons, he had two
One in prison, starved in jail; the other captured, epic fail!
The worst of kings, my review. I got the blue blooded blues.

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The next five Stuarts all called James, but none was lucky Jim
James I hid down a sewer, got caught by assassins.
James II was less unpopular, but killed by his own cannon so, pretty dim.
(And it doesn’t end there. You’re not wrong!)

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We got the blue blooded blues, so many ways to lose.
Three and four killed in battle, five lost at war and that’ll
Explain why we got confused about the Stuart clan blues.
(Sing it Mary, go on girl!)

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I’m Mary queen of Scots, misfortune I had lots
To Queen Liz was a threat - she threw me into prison, yeah.
Still accused me of plottin’, can you see where I’m heading?
Liz is a Tudor, take a guess. Beheaded? Yeah!

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Well after queen Liz died I was made King of England too
Became James the first in England, but the Stuart luck stayed true
Guy Fawkes try to blow me up, and turn me into Stuart stew.

(One more time! Yeah! )

We got the blue blooded blues, not the role I would choose.
With my son Charles a decapitee, we briefly killed off royalty,
Stuart mourners it’s true…
Cursed with the blue blooded blues!
(That’s what I’m talking about).