Has anybody seen the Queen of Brentford?

She goes by foot… she goes by bus

She no longer has her chariot

(Well it makes her one of us)

See the busy cars part for her

As she crosses Brentford streets

See how all the kids smile for her

(They’d rather have her there than sweets!)

Has anybody seen the Queen of Brentford?

What did you say? Heading this way?

You would have heard the town birds singing

As she passed and made their day

What’s that you say? There is no Queen of Brentford

Just a lady going by?

You never heard the women say, how lovely?

Never heard, the young men sigh?

O, my friend, I am so sorry for you,

A lady lives, loving and true

The best and fairest, sweetest, kindest woman

She’s Brentford’s queen – and my queen too.