Lyrics The Story Of The Ugly Duckling - Songs For Children

The Story Of The Ugly Duckling

I’m a Prince,
And I live in a ship,
And I aim my rifle,
Ans I shoot from the hip,
And I have a friend I pity…
Quite a bit.
She said-
«Grab your gun,»
«Lets have some fun,»
«Share with me your perigrees,»
«I have responsibilities,»
«I cannot run-»
«I do not wish the death,»
«Of any living thing,»
«I might be a killer but one day I shall be queen,»
«And put an end to slaughter,»
«But until then I’m keen,»
«On steaking claim to land and sea and everyfin between…»
I played a game with 11 fools,
Who told me not to break the rules-
But when have angels ever helped me yet.
And magic isn’t real,
And anyway,
It doesn’t matter 'cause,
No matter what I conjure It could not help me deflect,
The angry death,
Of every hopeful thought,
That I might be a lover or a fighter that I’m not-
In someones spider web,
Or net I would be caught,
But I’m to bitter-
Better off alone,
Guess I forgot…
So what do you want me to say,
Sorry?
Should I apologise when you ignore me?
Didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely…
Or to be hatched into an ugly story…
I’m a prince,
And I had a pair of princesses in 2 sharp squares,
But then I guess,
I bored them both to death.
And now I think my calling is,
To break apart and fall to pieces,
Better yet-
Invent a brand new method of ascention!
I’m impressed,
You’ve managed to survive,
But rest assured we’d all be better off dead than alive
'Cause when they get ahold of us we’ll all be batter fried
And I’m surprised that nobody’s considered switching sides
So here I am, respectfully and royally destroying
Any chance of getting back on your good gills
And I don’t want to be hurtful but if yellows the new purple
Well then bleeding’s the new breathing, don’t you think I will!
I used to wish the death of every living thing
I might be your killer but you’d never be my queen
So put away your laughter, pack up your hopes and dreams
I’m done with black back-handing and red pandering, it seems
That I am just pathetic, I won’t be overlooked
I’m past the point of fishing to get back upon your I’ve made a manifesto,
I’ve been bested by a crook, but never more!
I’m planning on reclaiming what he took…
So what?
do you want me to say sorry?
Should I apologize, when you ignore me?
I didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely
Or to be hatched into an ugly story
To be hatched into an ugly story
Oh my, this pantomime is getting gory
I am a prince and I live in a ship
I am a prince and I live in a ship