LYRICS:

Anyone whose lived around these parts or ever knew’d us
Is well aware that you should never mess with the Tudors.

My Grandad Henry Seventh, he beat King Richard
That’s him pictured defeating the Tyke.
He liked his name so much that, to keep alive is memory
He called his own son Henry. What was he like!

Everyone said Henry the eighth was a baddy
I have to agree, even though he was my daddy.

Cos we’re Tudors, Britain’s biggest feuders
And just like barracudas we kill with methods foul.
Tudors! Each enemy a Judas
At least we’re not as rude as Simon Cowell.

My reign was quite notorious, I liked to hunt and slaughter -
But then you had a daughter, Mary was her name -
It was a son I wanted so I divorced her mother -
Then wife two had another - A girl? Not again!

Tudor! Superior to you duh!
Who followed me as ruler?
Best not to ask.

It must have been my laddie - Yes sicky little Eddie
Was ill and soon got deady - And who came next?
Your daughters then took over, first came Bloody Mary
My sisters rule was scary, so all hail me!
 

Tudors! The history books reviewed us,
As nutters and big bruisers who kill and cull.

I never had an heir so our reign ended there
We my not have been fair but we were never dull!