The king of love sits in a field with his head in his hands
Says its alright, in fact its the way it was planned
We dont love his face, we dont love his hands
Its his mace, and the things we dont understand

The king of love - oh no

Drinks white rum, says its the liquor of kings
Phones his mum, where dyou hide my wig ?
When the fridge opens wide, out jump mungo and madge ... midge
No no, no no, no no, I dont need this bridge

The king of love - oh no

Steeplechase, its very popular here
They set it up to knock down the beer
You see them at lunch, all in a bunch year after year
But you never see them when the fat lady sings

The king of love - oh no
The king of love - yeah
The king of love - oh no