[Oliver Cromwell]
It was a cruel necessity
Something of a mess, but he's
A right Charlie, too proud a king
To work with each MP
Parliament he did abandon
Doesn't have a leg to stand on

[Charles I]
The cruel necessities of God's will came to me

[Cromwell]
It came to you

[Charles]
It came to me

[Cromwell]
We've scrapped the Long Parliament
Leaving us with a Rump
Thought supporters would help me
But they got the hump
I tried to delegate the crafts of state
Instead, all landed on my plate
Had to go and fight in Dublin
Leaving dolts in charge was troubling
I ditched the King, but those MPs were worse than he
[Charles]
Not so easy, eh?

[Cromwell]
But still a cruel necessity
So many had said to me
"Charlie's off his trolley, Olly
Boil his head for tea"
But despite decapitation
They dispute my legislation
Those dark ministers will be the death of me

[Charles]
You'll come to me

[Cromwell]
Shut up already!

Now, I'm not King of these whingers
Who make me look a chump
I tell them so, in God's name, go
It's time to dump this Rump
My new Nominated Parliament
Much greater pedigree
They're excellent chaps, clever too
And all got chose by me
Oh, whoop-de-do
They're gonna be like me
Vote like me, do what I ask them to do

[Praise-God Barebone]
I disagree

[Cromwell]
Who are you?

[Barebone]
Praise-God Barebone

[Cromwell]
Oh, praise be

[Barebone]
I don't like to moan, your army cronies annoy me

[Cromwell]
Once more it's cruel necessity
Time to ditch this ministry
Even Barebone's Parliament
Fight among themselves
What this failing public sector
Needs now is a Lord Protector
The Nominated nobodies' governing days are through
You ungrateful crew
You make me spew
It’s like a zoo
Well, whoop-de-doo