Let's Hear It for the King

Let's hear it for the king... He's just like us
Let's hear it for the king... He's just like us
Let's hear it for the king... He's just like us, except for that peach
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Let's hear it for the queenie... She's no better than me or you
Except for those twenty four servants bathing her feet in egyptian perfume
Excuse me, can i have a moment of your time, bang your dead
I had no idea you'd be taking target practice out on the back of my head
Sure makes things interesting, makes a killer think twice
Bout hanging my guns up in the basement and take some
Lessons on the fine art of being nice
Just pull that gold plated lever to your right
To play with the beautiful girls and boys tonight
Come to think of it they have some pretty nice toys
All of the beautiful girls and boys
Let's hear it for the king... He's just like us
Should i fly in to the eye of the storm or be condemned to silence
A more politically correct form of violence, hear come the violins
Playing for you, but never for me... Guess i'm not truly free, not yet
Should have done a better audition for the role of teacher's pet
Some days i wanna be a bohemian terrorist
Locked up in my room practicing making a fist
Should be riding my bike more instead of making a list
Of who should gracefully die and who should live by your kiss
Just pull that gold plated lever to your right
To play with the beautiful girls and boys tonight
Come to think of it they have some pretty nice toys
All of the beautiful girls and boys... Let's hear it for the king
You've been given the proper forms to fill out for your very own
Brand new fully blown attitude... Nothin' the peace pipe wouldn't do
Or a stimulating conversation or two, three, four, fuck it five
One more bang on the drum to remind us we're still alive
Let's hear it for the king... He's just like us, except for that peach
Coloured four wheel drive double decker blow job bus
Let's hear it for the queenie... She's no better than me or you
Except for those twenty four servants bathing her feet in egyptian perfume
I don't know which mountain we should climb
They all look the same from here
Maybe we weren't born to ride off in to the sunset
Then again, maybe this is our year
Just pull that gold plated lever to your right
To play with the beautiful girls and boys tonight
Come to think of it they have some pretty nice toys
All of the beautiful girls and boys... Let's hear it for the king