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Now We Are Sixty

In Fifty-two last London tram I went everywhere by pram In Fifty-three they crowned the Queen Omo gets your washing clean Sixties: JFK is shot Sergeant Pepper, smoking pot Men are walking on the moon Charles is hating Gordonstoun Seventies strikes, were in the dark Princess Anne weds Captain Mark The Queen and I hit twenty-five Liz years on throne, me years alive Eighties: Falklands, Charles and Di City traders profits high Iron Lady, Berlin Wall Both were heading for a fall Nineties: Gulf War, Bosnia, Serbia House prices obsess suburbia A nation deep in mourning when Lovers killed in crash by Seine Millenium Bug no threat, thank heaven But world stood still on Nine Eleven Naughty Noughties bankers folly Left us parlous short of lolly So here we are, the Queen and me Im sixty, its her Jubilee A double diamond jamboree Well thanks Mam, mines a G&T

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