Familus Horribilus Lyrics - Pop Will Eat Itself

Kick, kick, kick, kick 

Kicking at the gates like I'm an urban guerrilla 

And going for the victory like the thriller in Manila 

We're a nation of shoplifters, we're druggies, petty crooks 

It seems to be our style, we haven't horsey looks 

It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah, it'll be funky 

Queenie's feeling meanie, we've seen her get her cash taxed 

Can't hear the jeers, they fear she needs her ears waxed 

Chuckie's riding bareback but only playing polo 

It's no go with the missus and now he's going solo 

Charlie's lost his marlies, he used to be a pillar 

Before he got busted and lusted for Camilla 

Squidgy getting fidgety at home all alone 

And Gilbey, we know he'll be shortly answering the phone 

The family, the family, the family horribilus 

The family, the family 

The suitors are all looters and they're closing in on Fergie 

Their game was fame but now they've got the lurgy 

The family's expanding and everyone's a stand in 

A palace full of malice as everyone is crammed in 

As Lizzie's getting older, over her shoulder there's a rival 

Dizzy Di is busy sowing the seeds of survival 

You wanna sow some seeds, well get on your tractor 

And get Eddie out of bed or he'll never make an actor 

It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah, it'll be funky 

The royals are spreading like boils, it does your head in 

We have no choice, we're invoiced for the weddings 

It's like a soap, a Dallas or a Dynasty 

We live in hope so put them out their misery 

Fire the freaky family, we're tired of the cheek 

As you holiday your life away our futures look bleak 

As your castle's burning down you want the people to pay for it 

Ask us to defend you, we've got nothing to say for it 

The family, the family, the family horribilus 

The family, the family 

Kicking at the gates like we think we're on the guest list 

We're told to wait, too late, we're getting restless 

The crowd is swelling as they're smelling the thrill 

There's dancing in the rubble and there's trouble at the mill 

There's warning of the storming, news of the resistance 

The peasants are revolting, advancing from the distance 

There's panic and there's anarchy and breaking the rules 

They're making fake money and they're taking the jewels 

What will it be? Funky! 

What will it be? Funky! 

What will it be? Funky! 

What will it be? Funky! 

All without a fuss, the coup has been victorious 

The banners wave, proclaiming annus glorious 

What will it be? Funky! 

What will it be? Funky! 

What will it be? Funky! 

What will it be? Funky! 

It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah 

It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah