Horrible Histories - Boudicca lyrics

rate me

Gonna cause a stink

Won't be the first to blink

I'm not who you think

Don't mess with me, I'm Boudicca!

My husband Presotagus died

He was a Celtic king

I was his queen, so due to me

Was half of everything

Roman law gave half to me

So half was what they got

Till their scarey soldiers came

And took the whole lot

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Hey mister!

I say you got the wrong end of the stick

His answer turned this sister

Into one angry chick!

No man, Roman'll

Push around this woman

You won't get far, with Boudicca

Foeman, yeoman,

Smash the Roman foeman

All say yah! Yah! Boudicca!

I built a massive army

Headed straight for the city

Beat 'em all with ease

And like me, it wasn't pretty

Chopped 'em and hacked soot

What made their red blood curdle

Bad enough being beaten

But beaten by a girl?

Wacked 'em, smacked 'em

Boy how we attacked 'em

Close and far, ha ha ha!

Flayed 'em, slayed 'em

Up and down parade 'em

Boudicca! Toughest by far!

Colchester, new yorrk St. Albans

Everybody talk abot dead Romans!

We marched on up the Roman road

That's known as Watling Street

They trapped hus in the forest

Then thrashed us to our defeat

By now you'd guessed I'm not the kind

Of girl to sit and cry

Be sold a slave to Romans?

You know I'd rather die!

They tried to take me prisoner

So I led the Roman boys on

Instead of giving in to them

I swallowed special poison!

Martyr, smarter

Capturer, non-starter

This was our last hurrah!

Slaughtered, dismembered

Our tribe always remembered

Boudicca! Superstar!

Boudicca! Superstar!