When You Are a King (version 2) Songtext
von White Plains

Parting in your hair, it′s hardly ever there
Wash your face
Shabby in your dress, always look a mess
Don't you care?
Mummy′s 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 won't 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, you're really a disgrace
Mummy smiles and all the while
Because she loves you
She will worry so
And if you′re 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 won′t 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 won't ever touch a thing
When you are a king