Sad Song

Living on borrowed times

I'm in love with Mary, Queen of Scots

Fourteen hundred ninety-three

and everything's like it should be



I'm gonna stop wastin' my time

Henry the Fifth would have broken my arm



Sad song, sad song, doo, doo

Sad song, sad song



Living on borrowed times

I'm in love with Mary, Queen of Scots

Fourteen hundred ninety-three

and things are just like they ought to be



Primrose and kilts, primrose and Spain

Forget me not, my Queen of Scots



Sad song, sad song, doo, doo

Sad song, sad song