| Deep in the past there lived a man whose story must be told
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| Of royal descent but not of the royal line, oh oh
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| No history book relates this night of indiscretion
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| Into the world he’s brought, never to be presented at court
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| In his mind a king though his mother wasn’t wearing a ring
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| She keeps on saying:
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| Chorus I:
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| «What they gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
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| You know he’s my son, and the thought of it cuts like a knife
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| To think he’ll ever sit upon the throne
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| A prince without a home
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| What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth
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| The least that we could do is to provide for his life
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| No job could have a stranger pedigree
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| He means so much to me!»
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| As Richard grew, he won the hearts of all the people
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| His father reigned, and while the servants poured, wo-oh
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| The lady waits and watches with anticipation
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| Ways of the world he’s taught
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| The eyes of the queen he has caught
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| Midnight matinees soon become the order of play
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| She keeps on saying:
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| Chorus II:
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| «What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
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| You know he’s my son and the daughter, the queen, is his wife
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| Becomes the answer to my fantasy
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| He means the world to me»
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| «What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
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| It seems a night of love, in the end turned out right
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| One day I know he’ll sit upon the throne
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| A prince no more alone»
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| This classic tale of woe
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| Should tell you all you want to know
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| A page from our history
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| It’s meant so much to me, to me
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| Chorus I
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| Chorus II
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| Repeat to fade |