Queen Vickie used tae sit upon her magic stane Makin up governments all o' her ain But they took that privilege away frae the queen And gie'd it tae a lassie that they call Christine With your Tooria, falderdoodle Da Tooria Oriooria With your Tooria, falderdoodle Da Tooria Oriooria Christine was poor when she left the school But she made a lot of cash, she was naebody's fool She dinae make it working on the factory floor She went tae London and became -- a model In London Christine did gie well Wi' a hoose and a Rolls Royce a' tae hersel But the silly wee thing she fell in love Wi' Gordon-Edgecombe-Ivanov For she had another laud called John He was always there when the rest had gone He was sure he was the luckiest man alive Till he fell intae the arms of the M.I.5 M.I.5 were awful ta'en aback They were nearly even gaunnie tell their Uncle Mac For here was a Tory and a rye buck Red Fightin oot the cold war in Christine's bed Lucky Gordon's back in the jail again And Mac's getting thrown oot at number ten The Ministers are all in a terrible rage And Christine's thinking of gaun on the stage