The Prince with Red Hair

(to be sung to the tune of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air)

Now this is the story all about how
My paternity flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the Prince with a mane of red hair

In Windsor Castle, born and raised
On the polo field is where I spent most of my days
But there’s a question that’s always hanging over my head
About whose shoes were under the princesses bed
So Diana got revenge and laid with a cad
And people questioning if Charles is my Dad
I look in the mirror and I see ginger hair
And question why I’m a ginger – life just ain’t fair

So I start acting out and smoking marijuana
Dressing like Hitler and playing strip poker
I’m the party boy Windsor, the shame of the family
So the Queen ships me off to fight in the army

Now I’m all grown up and doing my duty
I’m knighted by the Queen and a patron of charity
And I went to the Antipodes to prove I am worthy
To come home to Windsor and be done with the party

I pulled up to the castle about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie “Yo holmes smell ya later”
Looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince with Red Hair