Phil Harris - The Phony King Of England lyrics

Oh the world will sing of an English King A thousand years from now And not because he pa**ed some laws Or had that lofty brow While bonny good King Richard leads The great crusade he's on We'll all have to slave away For that good-for-nothin' John! Incredible as he is inept Whenever the history books are kept They'll call him the phony king of England A pox on the phony king of England! He sits alone on a giant throne Pretendin' he's the king A little tyke who's rather like A puppet on a string And he throws an angry tantrum If he cannot have his way... And then he calls for Mum While he's s**in' his thumb You see, he doesn't want to play Too late to be known as John the First He's sure to be known as John the worst A pox on that phony king of England! Lay that country on me, babe! While he taxes us to pieces And he robs us of our bread King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down Around that pointed head Ah! But while there is a merry man In Robin's wily pack We'll find a way to make him pay And steal our money back A minute before he knows we're there... Ol' Rob'll snatch his underwear The breezy and uneasy king of England The snivellin', grovellin' Measly, weasely Blabberin', jabberin' Gibberin', jabberin' Blunderin', plunderin' Wheelin', dealin' Prince John, that phony king of England Yeah!