Honey, honey   My you did look dapper in your mother's   Old green scarf   With your famous Auntie Arthur’s trousers on   You were slapped by that slapper   And how we all laughed   But she laughed the loudest   Oh in ‘93   You could charm the bees knees of the bees      “Cheeky” you’d say and we all fell around   Rolling ’round the playground      “Saucy” you’d say and we all fell about   Rolling ’round the playground      In the ‘94   We all sang   Skipping and dancing hand in hand   Yeah with all the boys together   And all the girls together      She’s the last of the English roses   She’s the last of the English roses      (I wish to be so whirl awake again)   She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys   And her Kappas from her Reeboks   And her tit from her tat   And her Winstons from her Enochs   It’s fine and take what I   Coming out, coming alive      Round the Snooker table   You dance the Frutti-Tutti      She almost spilled her lager   Toasting girls of great beauty      But the closing moved by   Coming of age, coming alive   All the boys together   And all the girls together      She’s the last of the English roses   She’s the last of the English roses   Yeah she’s the last of the English roses   She’s the last of, last of the English   English roses      Ah sometimes you can’t change   There’ll be no place   Ce soir, disons chez moi   Enfin je compte de toi   Je te drague la rose mystique   Tu l’arroses mystique?   Ha, vas-y   C’est mon monde de soleil