The king of love sits in a field with his head in his hands
Says it`s alright, in fact it`s the way it was planned
We don`t love his face, we don`t love his hands
It`s his mace, and the things we don`t understand
The king of love - Oh no
Drinks white rum, says it`s the liquor of kings
Phones his mum, Where d`you hide my wig ?
When the fridge opens wide, out jump Mungo and Madge ... Midge
No no, no no, no no, I don`t need this bridge
The king of love - Oh no
Steeplechase, it`s very popular here
They set it up to knock down the beer
You see them at lunch, all in a bunch year after year
But you never see them when the fat lady sings
The king of love - Oh no
The king of love - Yeah
The king of love - Oh no