When the little king Rode on his horse Into the darkened wood No one believed That he'd return They thought he'd gone for good As he looked down to see the lake He found a secret key The little king he couldn't wait And he rode off nervously In a stolen car On busy streets He spun the leather wheel He was burning oil In second gear As the tyres loudly squealed And the bouncers on the kerb Jumped right out of the way He smashed into a superstore And he didn't feel a thing Just a quiet night where the fun begins For the little king
Once life was merry going round Then time began to rub The future looked as clear as day But it quickly turned to mud It stuck to him like glue What can anybody do For the little king For the little king
Now the little king Is locked away To mix with the elite In the doghouse now He learns new tricks From other pedigrees It's small town front page news The fairy tale your king Has scratched his head looking for clues He found splinters there But one day soon the latch will swing For the little king
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