Sue the barber's pants off and pay the rentnIt's getting colder even though it's April tenthnI can't imagine why he'd feed me to the snakesnBlushing as he stared at menThe cross you paint will waitnThe king is deadnThe king is deadnnThe king is deadnThe king is deadnThe king is deadnnI didn't know you and I didn't lay the blamenIt makes no difference now I still won't say your namenAnd you've forgotten what it is you're fighting fornAnd they're all rottennThey won't call you up no morenThe king is deadnThe king is deadnnThe king is deadnThe king is deadnThe king is deadnnThe king is dead and no one knows the truthnThe tiger's tame, eat vegetables and ricenEat vegetables and ricenThe king is deadnThe king is deadnThe king is deadnnThe king is deadnOooo, aaahnThe king is deadnnThe king is deadnOooo, aaah