Boudicca Lyrics

Gonna cause a stink
Won't be the first to blink
I'm not who you think
Don't mess with me I'm Boudicca!

My husband Prasutagus died, he was a Celtic king
I was his Queen, so due to me was half of everything
Roman law gave half to me, so half was what they got
Till their nasty soldiers came and took the blessed lot
"Hey Mister, I say you got the wrong end of the stick!"
His answer turned this sister into one angry chick...

No man or Roman'll
Push around this woman
You won't get far
With Boudicca
Bowmen, yeomen
Smash the Roman foe-man!
All say Yah!
Yah!
Boudicca!

I built a massive army, headed straight for the city
Beat 'em all with ease, unlike me it wasn't pretty
Chopped 'em and hacked, but what made their red blood curl
It's bad enough being beaten, but beaten by a girl!

Whacked them, smacked them
Boy how we attacked 'em
Near and far,
Ha ha ha
Flayed 'em, slayed 'em
Up and down parade 'em
Boudicca
Toughest by far

Colchester, London, Saint Albans
Everybody talk about dead Romans

We marched on up the Roman Road that's known as Watling Street
They trapped us in the forest then thrashed us to a defeat
By now you've guessed I'm not the kind of girl who'll sit and cry
Be sold as slave to Romans? You know I'd rather die
They tried to take me prisoner, so I led the Roman boys on
Instead of giving in to them I swallowed special poison

Martyr, smarter
Capture a non-starter
This was our
Last hurrah
Slaughtered, dismembered
Our tribe always remembered
Boudicca
Superstar!
Boudicca
Superstar!