♪ Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation ♪ ♪ You see the queen's took a taxi herself to the station ♪ ♪ Where the porters, surprised by her lack of royal baggage ♪ ♪ Bustle her and three corgis to the rear of the carriage ♪ ♪ For the train it is crammed with all Europe's nobility ♪ ♪ And there's none of them famous for their compatibility ♪ ♪ There's a fight over seats ♪ ♪ "I beg pardon, Your Grace ♪ ♪ But you'll find that one's mine, so get back in your place!" ♪ ♪ "Aye, but where are they going?" ♪ ♪ All the porters debate ♪ ♪ "Why they're going to Newcastle and they daren't be late ♪ ♪ For they're launching a boat on the Tyne at high tide ♪ ♪ And they've come from all over, from far and from wide" ♪ ♪ There's the old Dalai Lama ♪ ♪ And the pontiff of Rome ♪ ♪ Every palace in Europe, and there's nay bugger home ♪ ♪ There's the Duchess of Cornwall and the loyal Prince of Wales ♪ ♪ Looking crushed and uncomfortable in his top hat and tails ♪ ♪ Well, they haven't got tickets ♪ ♪ Come now, it's just a detail ♪ ♪ There was no time to purchase and one simply has to prevail ♪ ♪ For we'll get to the shipyards or we'll end up in jail! ♪ ♪ When the last ship sails ♪ ♪ Oh the roar of the chains ♪ ♪ And the cracking of timbers ♪ ♪ The noise at the end of the world in your ears ♪ ♪ As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea ♪ ♪ And the last ship sails ♪ ♪ And whatever you'd promised ♪ ♪ Whatever you've done ♪ ♪ And whatever the station in life you've become ♪ ♪ In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son ♪ ♪ And no matter the weave of this life that you've spun ♪ ♪ On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun ♪ ♪ When the last ship sails ♪ ♪ Oh the roar of the chains ♪ ♪ And the cracking of timbers ♪ ♪ The noise at the end of the world in your ears ♪ ♪ As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea ♪ ♪ And the last ship sails ♪ Thanks very much for listening to my song.
♪ Os trabalhadores estão doidos de indignação ♪ ♪ Pois a rainha apanhou um táxi para a estação ♪ ♪ Onde os bagageiros, espantados pela ausência de bagagem ♪ ♪ Empurram os cães  para a parte de trás da carruagem ♪ ♪ Pois o comboio está apinhado  com a nobreza europeia ♪ ♪ E não são conhecidos por se darem bem ♪ ♪ Discutem pelos lugares ♪ ♪ "Com licença, Vossa Graça ♪ ♪ mas esse lugar é meu por isso regressai ao vosso!" ♪ ♪ "E aonde vão?" ♪ ♪ Perguntam-se os bagageiros ♪ ♪ "Ora, vão para Newcastle,  não se atrevem a atrasar-se ♪ ♪ Pois pela hora da maré cheia vão lançar um barco no Tyne ♪ ♪ Vieram de todos os cantos deste grande mundo" ♪ ♪ Está ali o ancião Dalai Lama ♪ ♪ E o pontífice romano ♪ ♪ Vêm de toda a Europa, ninguém ficou em casa ♪ ♪ Está ali a duquesa da Cornualha e o leal príncipe de Gales ♪ ♪ Que parece muito cansado e  desconfortável, de cartola e fraque ♪ ♪ Bem, bilhetes não têm ♪ ♪ Mas deixem, isso é um pormenor ♪ Não houve tempo para os comprar mas não temos nada com isso ♪ ♪ Pois ou vamos para o estaleiro  ou para a prisão! ♪ ♪ Quando o último navio zarpar ♪ ♪ Ai, o clamor das correntes ♪ ♪ E o ranger das madeiras♪ ♪ Os sons nos confins do mundo ressoando nos ouvidos ♪ ♪ Quando a montanha de aço avançar para o mar ♪ ♪ E o último navio zarpar♪ ♪ Seja o que for que tenham prometido♪ ♪ Seja o que for que tenham feito ♪ ♪ Seja qual for o vosso posto de trabalho ♪ ♪ Em nome do Pai, em nome do Filho ♪ ♪ Seja qual for a vida que já viveram ♪ ♪ Na Terra, nos céus ou ao sol♪ ♪ Quando o último navio zarpar ♪ ♪ Ai, o clamor das correntes ♪ ♪ E o ranger das madeiras ♪ ♪ Os sons nos confins do mundo ressoando nos ouvidos ♪ ♪ Quando a montanha de aço avançar para o mar ♪ ♪ E o último navio zarpar♪ Obrigado por terem escutado  as minhas canções, obrigado.