Manage Your Flamingo

Manage your flamingo
If you play croquet, dear
When you play croquet, dear
You have to do the do

You tuck 'em down low
From feet to the chin

Then batter to your hedgehog
Again and again

Oh, manage your flamingo
Like the queen is passing

When the queen is passing
You have to do the do

You plant a rose white
You best paint it red

As soon as she passes

It's off with your head

Knaves lose their faces
The faceless must die
Fives club their aces
Diamonds ask why
Why

Don't they ask why?
Oh, manage your flamingo
Or it's done for you, my love
Oh, she's done with you, my love
Unless you do the do
And tell her how fine
A day for croquet
And who but the queen could
Conceive such a game
Gather your hedgehog
Set him on the green
Swing your flamingo
God save the queen
Will god save the queen?
Will god save the queen?
Will god save the queen?
Will god save the queen?
Will God save the queen?



Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Sheik, Steven Sater
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