Queen Jane Approximately

When your mother sends back all your invitations,

And your father to your sister he explains,

That you’re tired of yourself, and all of your creations,

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you,

And the smell of their roses does not remain,

And all of your children start to resent you,

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane ?

And when all of the clowns that you have commissioned,

Have died in battle or in vain,

And you’re sick of all this repetition,

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane ?