Momus Supervillain
No Aston, no Martin
No mountain to ski
Surrounded, your England
By Scots and the sea
Just Scots and the sea
Your sky only ceiling
Your lives only one
As clouds part, revealing
Your supervillain
Your supervillain
No bow ties or sharp suits
You dress like a slob
Still killing occasionally
For majesty and God
Her majesty and God
Banal non-republic
A shaggable joke
No ingenious gadgets
They make too much smoke
And we're all too woke
No gold in your fingers
No moon left to rake
So little remembered
Of your greatest mistake
