I wrote this sometime ago in the 60s. That's what I call pedigree.

Chorus:
Oh it is the greatest mixup that I have ever seen,
His father is a German and his mother is a Queen.

He is the prince of Wales although he's England's future King
And his granny is the daughter of a Scotsman's highland fling.
His aunt in Holland is a niece of Norway's royal pair
And if they all died in their beds he'd be the Belgian heir!
   His father's mother came from Greece, his aunt's Bavarian
   Himself he wears the tartan of the Royal Stewart clan.
   His second cousin's Danish at least that's what he thinks
   For surely Queen Victorai must be the missing link!

Chorus:
Oh it is the greatest mixup that I have ever seen,
His father is a German and his mother is a Queen.

His mother she is English now or Scottish in Killin,
Canadian in Canada and German in Berlin.
His cousin's niece is Swedish and his uncle's wife is Greek
And he himself must surely be an international freak.
   King Billy was a Dutchman and King Jamie was a Scot
   But the Prince of Wales just doesn't know if he is here or not.
   Our King won't come from London town or yet from Donegal
   Nor will he be from Scotland for we'll have no king atall!

Chorus:
Oh it is the greatest mixup that I have ever seen,
His father is a German and his mother is a Queen.