| My, you did look dapper in your mothers | |
| Old green scarf | |
| With your famous Auntie Aurthur's trousers on | |
| You were slapped by that slapper | |
| And how we all laughed | |
| But she laughed the loudest | |
| Oh in '93 | |
| You could charm the bees knees off the bees | |
| "Cheeky" you'd say and we all fell around | |
| Rolling round the playground | |
| "Saucy" you'd say and we all fell about | |
| Rolling round the playground | |
| In the '94 | |
| We all sang | |
| Skipping and dancing hand in hand | |
| Yeah it was all the boys together | |
| And all the girls together | |
| She's the last of the English roses | |
| She's the last of the English roses | |
| She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys | |
| And her Kappas from her Reeboks | |
| And her tit from her tat | |
| And Winstons from her Enoks | |
| It's fine and take what I | |
| Coming out, coming alive | |
| Round the Snooker table | |
| You dance the Frutti-Tutti | |
| She almost spilled her lager | |
| Toasting girls of great beauty | |
| But the closing moved by | |
| Coming of age, coming alive | |
| All the boys together | |
| And all the girls together | |
| She's the last of the English roses | |
| She's the last of the English roses | |
| Yeah she's the last of the English roses | |
| She's the last of, last of the English | |
| English roses | |
| Ah sometimes you can't change | |
| There'll be no place | |
| Ce soir, disons chez moi | |
| Enfin je compte de toi | |
| Je te drague la rose mystique | |
| Tu l'arrose mystique? | |
| Ha, vas-y | |
| C'est mon monde de soleil |