reverend horton heat
king
Here comes the king King! King! Here in my castle, I'm king of the house Slippers, paper, pipe, and dog Easy chair and a burning log Something smells good in the kitchen tonight Oh yeah, my baby can treat me right Like every Tom, and Dick, and Harry know Out on the street you're just another Joe-shmoe When you get inside my home Ceasar never had it better in Rome King! Here in my house King! Here in my castle, I'm king of the house My throne is just a La-Z-Boy A hotrod Ford is just a toy I may rule, but I can't be mean I still must answer to the queen So if you're lucky just like me You must feel like royalty If this has a familiar ring Then you know just why i sing King! Here in my house King! Here in my castle, I'm king of the house King! Here in my house King! Here in my castle, I'm king of the house I'm just a farmer bustin' sod Just one creature under God Truth be known, and truth be seen'n I'd be nothin' without my queen So if you feel like monarchy You don't mind a little anarchy My hotrod Ford has a couple of dings But the engine purrs and the radio sings King! Here in my house King! Here in my castle, I'm king of the house King! Here in my house King! Here in my castle, I'm king of the house Here in my castle, I'm king of the house Here in my castle, I'm king Here comes the... King!