E.I.T.C. scum
Broke the weaver's thumb
He would never teach his son
How the silk was spun
How his trade was done
The Queen had won
The people must succumb
To the E.I.T.C. scum
Held under a gun
By an empire of bums
By boys looking for fun
The Queen had won
The Queen had won
The Queen had won
Fueled on ale and rum
And tobacco stained gums
The E.I.T.C. scum
Looted the diamond
Spoils of war and some
The Queen had won
The Queen had won
The Queen had won
E.I.T.C. scum
East India Trading Cunts
E.I.T.C. scum
Go back to your island
Your empire's in crumbs
Your Queen, I say, is done
J. Bhoomi, maybe she has won