When You Are A King

Parting in your hair, its hardly ever there
Wash your face
Shabby in your dress, always look a mess
Dont you care?
Mummys there to see you always look your best
Change your dirty vest
When you grow to be a king
Never do a thing
Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
Royal gifts they all will bring
When you are a king
Everywhere you go, people bowing low
Carriages to take you anywhere
Feet wont ever touch a thing
When you are a king
Tore your shirt again, fighting in the rain
With whats-his -name
Shoe-black on your face, youre really a disgrace
Mummy smiles and all the while
Because she loves you
She will worry so
And if youre good you know
That when you grow to be a king
Never do a thing
Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
Royal gifts they all will bring
When you are a king
Everywhere you go, people bowing low
Carriages to take you anywhere
Feet wont ever touch a thing
When you are a king
When you are a king
Never do a thing
Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
Royal gifts they all will bring
When you are a king.
Everywhere you go, people bowing low
Carriages to take you anywhere
Feet wont ever touch a thing
When you are a king