Too late (or too lazy) to set up a "Should we stay or should we assassinate?" poll (let alone dig up the plutonium) but a bit o' research revealed that the stinking royals are 28 city blks./2.5 miles away, at the Brit Consul-General's residence, where they're hosting a reception this very evening.
Related by a couple of words (Plus which lyrics feature prunes = old people, funny, ha-ha.):O.G. version:Pretentious live no-lyrics version:
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