Now I think I told you about Sandringham,
Sandringham the only one
Beeswax candles
And smelted biscuits in a fire
Of the iron tongue
Now I think I told you about Sandringham
And how everyone there is so kind
They'll polish your rifle
With such aplomb
And if they miss a spot
Well, never you mind
Well I think I mentioned the war
son?
You'll be going there after a spell
And it will all seem quite different
When you enter the mouth of hell
Well I think I told you about Sandringham
or maybe it I mentioned Jenny éclair
She's eating ice cream with Harry and Megan
And the blood has gone hard on her egg and um
The knives are all out in the master's bedroom and
I think I've now told you about Sandringham
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