The Last Ship - Reprise

Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation

You see, the Queen 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 y'r place

Aye, but where are they going? All the porters debate

Why they're going to Newcastle and they daresn'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, aye 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

Why, 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...