Kings

Now they lay his body down

Sad old men who run this town

I still recall the way

He led the charge and saved the day

Blue blood and rain

I can hear the bugle playin'

CHORUS:

We seen the last of Good King Richard

Ring out the past his name lives on

Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher

Raise up your glass to Good King John

While he plundered far and wide

All his starving children cried

And though we sung his fame

We all went hungry just the same

He meant to shine

To the end of the line

CHORUS