Queen

Friday night and Balmoral’s glum
Staying in now the Empire’s done

Where they play the trite music
Getting in the swing, the wannabe kings.
I am the dancing queen, old and Me

Only ninety-three. Dancing queen

Feel the heat from the Exit team.

Oh dear!

               I can sign, they can knife

Having the time of their life
Ooh, see them twirl my tiny world

Into mayhem jive and strife.

Anybody could be that guy
David, Theresa, Boris or **sigh**

At any chance in the mood to dance...