Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song His Majesty the Baby, artist - Momus. Album song Ping Pong, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: American Patchwork
Song language: English
His Majesty the Baby |
| I hate his majesty the baby |
| His bowels and bladder uncontrolled |
| Sitting astride a throne of nappies |
| As though his shit were made of gold |
| As though a cherub on a fountain |
| He suckles breasts as big as mountains |
| Then pisses freely on the women |
| Who so lovingly surround him |
| I hate his majesty the baby |
| The bald and dribbling little git |
| The polymorphous little pervert |
| In every orifice a fluid |
| Born in a filthy burst of semen |
| Some tosser planted in a woman |
| The spitting image of a tosspot |
| Let us assassinate the despot! |
| And if you cooing mothers should come cooing around me |
| Will you be ready for the struggle, the struggle to be free |
| From the instincts of your gender, from your social role as mothers |
| When I execute your tyrant will you claim me as your saviour |
| Or simply tear a traitor limb from limb |
| Fuck my imbecile brother, then begin again? |
| I hate his majesty the baby |
| In my pathetic jealousy |
| I hear the voices of the ladies |
| Demanding what he’s done to me? |
| This bastard’s shitting on my shirt |
| I’m deep in excrement and dirt |
| I demand a revolution! |
| I demand an execution! |
| I’m well versed in fencing, playing the lute, and rhetoric |
| I am toilet trained and elegant, an effervescent wit |
| But the girls prefer the company of a balding little pisser |
| It is mothers who make men misogynists |
| They could have kissed me, they chose to kiss |
| A stupid, stinky little pool of piss |
| I hate you, imbecilic women |
| Who gawp around His Majesty |
| Don’t you know he’ll grow up, God willing |
| A twisted little shit like me? |
| I tossed him off one day at lunchbreak |
| One human life is not that difficult to make |
| Let us assassinate this despot! |
| His Imperial Majesty the tosspot |
| O King, now you have reached the Age of Reason |
| The facts of life are laced with treason |
| There is going to be a sudden palace coup |
| And my new mistress, Madame Guillotine, will soon be nursing you… |
| Crooked smiles from toothless gums |
| A grating voice and a stinky bum |
| Mongol eyes and a toothless grin |
| The king is naked -- let’s do him in! |
| It’s time to rise up free from tyranny |
| Wouldn’t you rather be with me? |
| I’ll show you, ladies, LIFE |
| And its imperial majesty |