| Lyrics: | The king of love sits in a field with his head in his hands
Says it's alright, in fact it's the
way it was planned
We don't love his face, we don't love his hands
It's his mace, and the
things we don't understand
The king of love - Oh no
Drinks white rum, says
it's the liquor of kings
Phones his mum, "Where d'you hide my wig ?"
When the fridge opens
wide, out jump Mungo and Madge ... Midge
No no, no no, no no, I don't need this
bridge
The king of love - Oh no
Steeplechase, it's very popular here
They
set it up to knock down the beer
You see them at lunch, all in a bunch year after year
But
you never see them when the fat lady sings
The king of love - Oh no
The king of love
- Yeah
The king of love - Oh no |
