Horrible Histories - Boudicca Lyrics
Gonna cause a stinkWon't be the first to blinkI'm not who you thinkDon't mess with me, I'm Boudicca! My husband Presotagus diedHe was a Celtic kingI was his queen, so due to meWas half of everythingRoman law gave half to meSo half was what they gotTill their nasty soldiers cameAnd took the blessed lotHey mister! I say you got the wrong end of the stickHis answer turned this sisterInto one angry chick! No man, Roman'llPush around this womanYou won't get far, with BoudiccaFoeman, yeoman, Smash the Roman foemanAll say yah! Yah! Boudicca! I built a massive armyHeaded straight for the cityBeat 'em all with easeAnd like me, it wasn't prettyChopped 'em and hacked but What made their red blood curlBad enough being beatenBut beaten by a girl? Wacked 'em, smacked 'emBoy how we attacked 'emNear and far, ha ha ha! Flayed 'em, slayed 'emUp and down parade 'em Boudicca! Toughest by far! Colchester, London, St. AlbansEverybody talk about dead Romans! We marched on up the Roman roadThat's known as Watling StreetThey trapped us in the forestThen thrashed us to our defeatBy now you'd guessed I'm not the kindOf girl to sit and cryBe sold a slave to Romans? You know I'd rather die! They tried to take me prisonerSo I led the Roman boys onInstead of giving in to themI swallowed special poison! Martyr, smarterCapturer, non-starterThis was our last hurrah! Slaughtered, dismemberedOur tribe always rememberedBoudicca! Superstar! Boudicca! Superstar!
