Oh My God You’re a King

You said you were a queen
But I looked under your dress
Then you were a king (you were a king)
But I'm not choosy, I'm not choosy
I'm not bruisy over this
I'm not choosy, I'm not bruising over this

You said you were a queen
With the best of manners
But I looked under your dress
And started to sing in a funny voice:
"Oh my god, you're a king!"

Oh my god, you're a king
Oh my god, you're a king, you're a king
Oh my god you're a king
Oh my god you're a king, you're a king

Hold my hand like a Jack
In a pacamac under the rain
Look into my eyes and I believe I'm a beautiful fella
With a big black umbrella
I'll keep you out of the rain and keep your dress dry
I won't tell anyone that you're a king

Come with me, come with me, come with me onto the throne
Come with me, come with me, come with me onto the throne
Give you a trombone and you can drone away all you like
No-one can complain or write about you
Make your own noise, make your own toys
Make everything you'd ever need
Have your own garden, just enjoy life
Be your own king for a day