Manage Your Flamingo

Manage your flamingo If you play croquet, dear When you play croquet, dear You have to do the do You tuck 'em down low From feet to the chin Then batter to your hedgehog Again and again Oh, manage your flamingo Like the queen is passing When the queen is passing You have to do the do You plant a rose white You best paint it red As soon as she passes It's off with your head Knaves lose their faces The faceless must die Fives club their aces Diamonds ask why Why Don't they ask why? Oh, manage your flamingo Or it's done for you, my love Oh, she's done with you, my love Unless you do the do And tell her how fine A day for croquet And who but the queen could Conceive such a game Gather your hedgehog Set him on the green Swing your flamingo God save the queen Will god save the queen? Will god save the queen? Will god save the queen? Will god save the queen? Will God save the queen?