| The king wrote his resignation
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| Swallowed it in capsule form
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| He took twenty seven of those bad boys
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| And said «I ain’t gonna reign no more
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| Well I ain’t gonna reign no more
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| You know I’m tired of all these expectations
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| And the diseases in my meat»
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| So he hung a sign position vacant
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| As he kicked the chair out from under his feet
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| Most nights I get so lonesome
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| Most nights are filled with deep regret
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| Most night I cry myself to sleep
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| Freezing in the wilderness
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| And I think so much about you lately
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| How you got your house with your jungle gym
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| All I got is a position vacant
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| Won’t you take me back in your arms again?
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| Position vacant, apply within
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| Position vacant
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| Position vacant, apply within
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| Ohhh, ohh ohh
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| Money was getting tough
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| I took a job down at the general store
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| Selling cigarettes to single mothers
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| And sweeping the rat shit off of the floor
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| I started taking a few liberties
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| Selling a spoonful on the side
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| When the boss listed position vacant
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| Before he even said you’re fired
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| Position vacant, apply within
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| Position vacant
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| Position vacant, apply within
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| Ohhh, ohh ohh
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| Woohoo
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| Now all the king’s loyal subjects
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| Formed a great long queue
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| To hold a new audition
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| To see who should fill the royal shoes
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| I got nothing else to lose
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| I showed up
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| You couldn’t call me shy
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| And when the angels heard my song for you
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| They screamed out «King you’re hired!»
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| Oh position vacant, apply within
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| Position vacant
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| Oh position vacant, apply within
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| Ohhh |