Woah Oh Oh Yeah! I'm 'bout to fuck you up! Welcome to London You better start, start, start to run, then Oh my, you're gonna die tonight Welcome to London, my guy I just wanna chill on the throne But the bleeding dames won't leave me alone Dirtplug church writing sermons against me Put 'em in my dungeon, ain't no one gonna get me Pay your debt of gold and piss right off It's my face on the coin, I was chosen by God It's not my fault that we're losing the war I had a great plan ruined by my court chores I had a full fleet waiting in the harbor [?] on a daft mad larker Send eighty more ships to capture the bastard Lost 'em all in a natural disaster Now since they're saying all hope is lost They sit in fields watching trees and rocks Well hang 'em all, put 'em all in the stocks You can't treat me this way, I'm the king, I'm the boss! I'm 'bout to fuck you up! Welcome to London You better start, start, start to run, then Oh my, you're gonna die tonight Welcome to London, my guy Come on down with me Come to London It's the town if you feel like suet dumplings Fish and fries while we're mulling the wine You're eating meat pies with my fucking guys tonight Welcome everybody! You're listening to the fourth studio album, by the acclaimed band, 1 Trait Danger This is, 1 Trait University Grab the popcorn, get yourself a seat This one's going to be a Bob's your uncle, cause this time, we're in London, baby!