Don't it feel like one of those days
Things are going crazy in a million ways
The milks gone sour and your pants are too tight
And - whoopsy daisy - now you got the wine right

Everybody seems to think that you're odd
Just because you went and got annointed by God
Your church and your country are all in a mess
And you spilled soup on your coronation dress

But you know you can count on your friends
Or the hundreds of employed servants on whom you depend
Your other rivals might put you in fear
But you tell those goons that Buckingham stops here

Oh, out you go
Nothing can hold you down
Life is unsteady
But you're nothing but ready
To hold the weight of the crown
The itty-bitty weight of thе crown
Taking care of busy
You can count on queen Lizzy
Holding the weight of thе crown
Oh!