She died in twisted metal at the height of her fame
She learned very well how to play the royal game
Everyone cried over her wasted life
but she was nothing more than a bimbo wife
England's Plastic Rose was nothing but a thorn
Photogenic bait for tabloid porn
People shed a tear at the cost of fame
But better her than someone with a brain
Another royal vampire sucking taxpayer blood
But her silly subjects gave her tears in a flood
They laid a million (guns and) roses outside her marble tomb
A weepy, noxious tribute to celebrity doom
She died a moron's death, never had a last dance
Crashed in a car, her hand down an Arab's pants
No seat belt, slut? Use your fucking head!
It's your own stupid fault that your royal ass is dead!
Die Di die Di die Di die Di
Die Di die Di die
She was pretty and privleged but not very smart
The perfect little sow to play her simple boring part
Smile for the cameras then cry for them too
Better her dead than me or you
Now the funeral's over, now her body's cold
Now her headline clippings all are yellowed and old
But all her fans still weep, and they mourn and pout
That their precious candle got snuffed out
Die Di die Di die Di die Die
(c) 2001 Hidden Agenda
Die Di die Di die