(As the BBC are at pains to point out, being mentioned in these files does not necessarily mean that someone has done something wrong)
When first I saw the lovelight in her eyes
I didn’t fear the threat of careless talk,
And anyway they’d think it was all lies
For after all I was the Duke of York.
“I’ve never clapped my eyes on her before”
That’s what I told the mummy who is queen;
Lord knows that I would never break the law
By playing “hide the sausage”
With someone sweet
With someone sweet sixteen.
I wish I’d never met Ginny Giuffre,
She’s caused me nothing else but grief and pain;
I’ll blatantly deny it come what may
And blame it all on Epstein and Ghislane.
It’s not me doing doggy on all fours
And young girls they are simply not my scene –
They’re not among my fetishes and flaws;
I don’t play “hide the sausage”
With someone sweet
With someone sweet sixteen.
I showed one round the Palace after sex,
Flown in for seedy purpose by Ghislane;
She’s ruder with my phallus than my -ex
(They’re happy to oblige for personal gain.
When first I see the love-light in their eyes
Procured for me by my good friend Epstein
It triggers the old weakness in my flies;
But I don’t play hide the sausage
In someone sweet
In someone sweet sixteen.
