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