It's a great big city, mostly ugly, partly pretty
Eight million souls surround him but he's utterly alone
He lives high above the ground and he rarely makes a sound
He's in charge of everything
His name is King Fred
His name is King Fred
A king of nothing and a nothing king
King Fred rules over everything
A king of nothing and a nothing king
King Fred rules over everything
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
His fortress of power is a hundred-year-old tower
It used to be the only one
But the buildings got taller and the people got smaller
And everyone forgot they had a king
But his name is King Fred
His name is King Fred
A king of nothing and a nothing king
King Fred rules over everything
He's a king of nothing, he's a nothing king
King Fred rules over everything
King Fred rules over everything
He's a king of nothing, he's a nothing king
He's a king of nothing, he's a nothing king
Oh King Fred, of thee I sing
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to King Fred
All bow down to a king named Fred
King Fred
King Fred
King Fred
King Fred