The King puts on his raiment

And surveys the royal scene

And tries to put his finger on

The source of all his ennui

But when something goes, it's gone, you know

Starts at the top, spreads down

Just check out the faded bodywork

Beneath his rusted crown





They're waiting for impeachment

But they can't see the day

The queen can't give him any heirs

The word is he's to blame

So he beheads her for amusements

And now he's quoting Nietzsche

You'd think that he would have known

She was his one redeeming feature





But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring

That's the song that the millions sing

You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring





He used to be a Don Juan

Now he's just the royal slut

Knocking up the servant girls

Waking up a half-cut

He gets a chance to win them back

But gives them some old spiel

And all they see's the ghost

Of his former ex-appeal





But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring

That's the song that his minions sing

You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring





They used to sing Long Live The King

He was the man with everything

But now they shout