When You Are a King Lyrics

Parting in your hair, it's hardly ever there
Wash your face
Shabby in your dress, always look a mess
Don't you care?
Mummy's there to see you always look your best
Change your dirty vestWhen you grow to be a king
Never do a thing
Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
Royal gifts they all will bring
When you are a king
Everywhere you go, people bowing low
Carriages to take you anywhere
Feet won't ever touch a thing
When you are a kingTore your shirt again, fighting in the rain
With whats-his-name
Shoe-black on your face, you're really a disgrace
Mummy smiles and all the while
Because she loves you

She will worry so
And if you're good you knowThat when you grow to be a king
Never do a thing
Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
Royal gifts they all will bring
When you are a king
Everywhere you go, people bowing low
Carriages to take you anywhere
Feet won't ever touch a thing
When you are a king
Songwriters
Hill, John / Hill, RogerPublished by
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