You Can't Die in Parliament

[Introduction] [Instrumental intro with a lively piano and a jazzy beat] [Verse 1] Ladies and gents, gather 'round, There's a curious myth that's been passed down. In the halls of Westminster, grand and tall, They say you can't die, no, not at all. [Chorus] You can't die in Parliament, they say, It's a law that's made in a peculiar way. But truth be told, it's just a jest, No law like that, we must confess! [Verse 2] Oh, the stories spread far and wide, Of state funerals and royal pride. But legal experts, they all grin, 'Cause dying there ain't no real sin. [Chorus] You can't die in Parliament, they say, It's a law that's made in a peculiar way. But truth be told, it's just a jest, No law like that, we must confess! [Bridge] If you feel faint in the House of Lords, Don't worry 'bout those old accorded. Just call for help, they'll treat you right, Even in the middle of a parliamentary fight! [Verse 3] Now, it's fun to think of laws so strange, But this one's just outside the range. Of real decrees and formal acts, It's just a myth, and those are the facts! [Chorus] You can't die in Parliament, they say, It's a law that's made in a peculiar way. But truth be told, it's just a jest, No law like that, we must confess! [Outro] So next time you hear this quirky tale, Just remember, it’s off the trail. A funny myth, no need to fret, You can laugh it off with no regret! [Instrumental outro with a playful piano and jazzy beat fading out]