They're crude and unspeakably plain.
Are as wet as a warthog's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
Even you can be caught unawares
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer
When at last I am given my dues
An injustice deliciously squared.
For the death of the king.
No fool, we're gonna kill him.
No king, no king, la -la -la -la -la!
Idiots! There will be a king!
But you said... I will be king.
Oh, Lord, that's the king!
Hip, hip, hip, hip, hip, hip, hip!
It's great that we'll soon
With a king who'll be all time adored
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with promises
And though I know they never seem
The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a sniff without me
So prepare for the crew of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest sky
Decades of denial, deceivingly wild
Be king, undisputed, respected, saluted
I'm singing for the wonder I am
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared
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