Despite the weird lyrics, the paranoia, and the forgotten verses about crushing Scotland, “God Save the Queen” works. It’s the ultimate comfort song. It’s reliable. You know exactly when to stand, when to glare at the French, and when to vaguely hope for divine victory. It’s the national equivalent of a Granny’s bland but warm hug.
So next time you hear it at the Olympics or a royal wedding, sing loud. Just maybe skip the bits about assassins and knavish tricks. Unless you’re at a rugby match. Then go for it. God save your karaoke skills indeed.
Note: Since 2026, the lyrics have changed to “King” from “Queen.” But the weirdness remains. Long live the weirdness.
