| Parting in your hair, it’s hardly ever there
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| Wash your face
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| Shabby in your dress, always look a mess
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| Don’t you care?
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| Mummy’s there to see you always look your best
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| Change your dirty vest
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| When you grow to be a king
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| Never do a thing
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| Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
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| Royal gifts they all will bring
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| When you are a king
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| Everywhere you go, people bowing low
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| Carriages to take you anywhere
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| Feet won’t ever touch a thing
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| When you are a king
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| Tore your shirt again, fighting in the rain
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| With whats-his-name
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| Shoe-black on your face, you’re really a disgrace
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| Mummy smiles and all the while
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| Because she loves you
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| She will worry so
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| And if you’re good you know
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| That when you grow to be a king
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| Never do a thing
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| Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
|
| Royal gifts they all will bring
|
| When you are a king
|
| Everywhere you go, people bowing low
|
| Carriages to take you anywhere
|
| Feet won’t ever touch a thing
|
| When you are a king
|
| When you are a king
|
| Never do a thing
|
| Four and twenty blackbirds sing along
|
| Royal gifts they all will bring |
| When you are a king
|
| Everywhere you go, people bowing low
|
| Carriages to take you anywhere
|
| Feet won’t ever touch a thing
|
| When you are a king |