LYRICS:

Fine wine, designer Roman goods I owned a fancy stash

But when my husband died the Romans cried, let’s take his cash.

Like a baby I had a little cry at this terrible stage

But before too long I had turned this song into a violent rage!

And so I had to wreck ’em all!

Tear down every Roman wall

Unleashed all my fury on

Every Roman Centurion.

I led a Celtic army and we smashed the Roman crew.

Took London, St. Albans, Camulodunum - that’s Colchester to you.

Rather than end up dead, Romans turned and fled from our uprising.

Their soldiers took flight, cowards found our fight unappetising.

And so I had to wreck ’em all

Took no prisoners at all.

Burned those cowards down to the ground

Killed every Roman I found.

I never meant to start a war - actually that’s not so -

Just wanted every Roman to pack up their villa and go!

So Roman Britain starts to fall!

Shame I hadn’t reckoned all

These legions would arrive from Rome

And we’re fighting them for our homes.

Won’t stop till I deck ’em all

Every soldier, every General

My plan was just to go berserk

And wrecking seems to work, to work, to work.

To work, to work, to work.