David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
You couldn't call him lazy
He used every trick in the book
Though people thought he was crazy
He gave a lot more than he took
His brain was full of good intention
It's a shame didn't hit the brakes
But I thought he was worth just a little mention
At least he didn't burn the cakes
He was the king and he wore my ring
He was the king, right ding-a-ling
He was the king
It didn't mean a thing
But he was the king
I think you know what I mean
He played around with the weather
And turned the sunshine into rain
He used his best endeavours
But the queen said: "Never again!"
But being kinda hard of hearin'
He didn't understand her right
With the best of intentions
He turned the day to permanent night
He tried to knight the jester
Huh, who took it light-heartedly
(well a jester would!)
The king comes on and says: "I blessed ya!"
And told him to get off one knee
And of following the celebration
He tried to get the sunshine appear
Right across the nation
His subjects were askin' him when
He was the king and he wore my ring
He was the king, right ding-a-ling
He was the king
It didn't mean a thing
But he was the king
I think you know what I mean