john wesley harding
the king is dead boring
The king puts on his raiment And surveys the royal scene And tries to put his finger on The source of all his ennui But when something goes, it's gone, you know Starts at the top, spreads down Just check out the faded bodywork Beneath his rusted crown  They're waiting for impeachment But they can't see the day The queen can't give him any heirs The word is he's to blame So he beheads her for amusements And now he's quoting Nietzsche You'd think that he would have known She was his one redeeming feature  But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring That's the song that the millions sing You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything The king is dead boring  He used to be a Don Juan Now he's just the royal slut Knocking up the servant girls Waking up a half-cut He gets a chance to win them back But gives them some old spiel And all they see's the ghost Of his former ex-appeal  But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring That's the song that his minions sing You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything The king is dead boring  They used to sing long live the king He was the man with everything But now they shout "Get that dull bastard out"  He used to be so Carnaby So out of all our leagues Now it's all that he can do To zip up his fatigues If only he could make excuses Engage with us somehow But effort is so out of place And failure's not allowed  Because the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring That's the song that the millions sing You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything The king is dead boring