Ballard of Victoria and Albert Songtext
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For 40 years I ruled alone
Shed all those tears while on the throne
What got me through the pain and hurt
Was clinging to the memory of Albert...
I loved her so, my darling Vicky
So much, you know almost made me sicky
I was not liked in your country
But who cares when I had her love for me
Her love for me
Oh V and A
Oh A and V
Each way it spells L O V E
Oh A and V
Oh V and A
They'll name a building after us one day
In love from our first rendezvous
As queen had to propose to you
You were my rock in a crisis
Like when someone tried to shoot you but they missed
We were a real celebrity pair
Was first queen Vic first Albert square
The press watched every smile and flirt
Called us Alboria but I prefer Vicbert
Or you can call me Al
Oh Bert and Vic Oh Vic and Bert
Nine kids made me found in hurt
Oh Vic and Bert
Oh Bert and Vic
Yet I found babies ugly- ironic
Ugh! My eyes!
We set trends
Started new traditions
Christmas trees
Wearing tartan with style
Albert had
The Great Exhibition
Which made Great Britain
Albert over
At last!
Oh Vic and Al
Oh Al and Vic
You should have hit kids with your stick
Oh Al and Vic
Oh Vic and Al
Ours was a truly grand affair royale
Then Albert died
Which left just me
Just V no A
No A just V
Oh how I mourned my special pal
I love you Vic
I love you Al...
Shed all those tears while on the throne
What got me through the pain and hurt
Was clinging to the memory of Albert...
I loved her so, my darling Vicky
So much, you know almost made me sicky
I was not liked in your country
But who cares when I had her love for me
Her love for me
Oh V and A
Oh A and V
Each way it spells L O V E
Oh A and V
Oh V and A
They'll name a building after us one day
In love from our first rendezvous
As queen had to propose to you
You were my rock in a crisis
Like when someone tried to shoot you but they missed
We were a real celebrity pair
Was first queen Vic first Albert square
The press watched every smile and flirt
Called us Alboria but I prefer Vicbert
Or you can call me Al
Oh Bert and Vic Oh Vic and Bert
Nine kids made me found in hurt
Oh Vic and Bert
Oh Bert and Vic
Yet I found babies ugly- ironic
Ugh! My eyes!
We set trends
Started new traditions
Christmas trees
Wearing tartan with style
Albert had
The Great Exhibition
Which made Great Britain
Albert over
At last!
Oh Vic and Al
Oh Al and Vic
You should have hit kids with your stick
Oh Al and Vic
Oh Vic and Al
Ours was a truly grand affair royale
Then Albert died
Which left just me
Just V no A
No A just V
Oh how I mourned my special pal
I love you Vic
I love you Al...
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