I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes
When you put me on the commercial
Up to Canada
It was still March
When my daddy was quite surprised
To find us working in front of the camera
We had spoken with Oprah upstairs
When we told about the whole affair
We said, whoa no
William and Harry won't do
Well, we did not think the press
Could be so cruel
And we’re never going back
To their old rule

Baby girl growing inside her mum
Soon she’s gonna be born
In Los Angeles
I don’t know what skin tone she’ll become
But here she’ll will be able
To handle this

Well, we heard the news so we had to run
We got so dark from The Sun
We said, whoa no
Windsor Castle won't do
Well, we did not think the press
Could be so cruel
And we’re never going back
To their old rule

California tumbles into the sea
That'll be the day I go
Back to Sussex
Tried to warn you
About Camilla and Daddy C
But we are so much better
Being title-less.

Well, we heard the news so we had to run
We got so dark from The Sun
We said, whoa no
Windsor Castle won't do
Well, we did not think the press
Could be so cruel
And we’re never going back
To their old rule