Oh My God You're A King

You said you were a queen
But I looked under your dress
And you were a king
(You were a king)
But I'm not choosing
I'm not choosing
I'm not bruising
Over this
I'm not choosing
I'm not bruising
Over this

You said you were a queen
With the best of manners
But I looked under your dress
And started to sing
In a funny voice
Oh my god you're a king
Oh my god you're a king
Oh my god you're a king
Oh my god you're a king
Oh my god you're a king
You're a king

Hold my hand like a jack
In a pack of man come to the rain
Look into my eyes
And believe I'm a beautiful fella
With a big black umbrella
I'll keep you out of the rain
And keep you dressed right
I won't tell anybody that you're a king
Come with me
Come with me
Come with me
Onto the throne
Come with me
Come with me
Come with me
Onto the throne
Give you a trombone
And you can drone away all you like
No one can complain alright about you
Make your own noise
Make your own toys
Make everything you'd ever need
Have your own garden
Just enjoy life
Be your own king for a day

King