Hooray Henry

I hain't no Hooray Henry,
I hain't no F***ing Fred,
I hain't like the other Charlies,
I'd rather die instead...

I rather laike those foxes,
So cunning and so smart.
Those country gents, they're rather bent,
With stones instead of hearts.

But I have to say, I rather like
my stunning coal black steed,
I'll go and meet the hunt alright
and slay them with my speed.

I hain't no Hooray Henry
I think they're rather dull,
and to those foxes, I should think,
they're rather disrespectful.

But those poor old foxes,
I think they have to suffer.
To prove to the last how my ideals stick fast,
and how I hain't like those old duffers.