Letras
Oh the King of the North rides a pony too small
With a sword made for show and a brain like a ball
He declared a grand war for a flag he misplaced
Then forgot what it meant got drunk and red faced
The Queen of the West wears a crown made of debt
Tried to conquer the seas got her slippers all wet
She once hired a wizard to turn back the tide
He turned out to be three frogs and a drunk in disguise
We bow we scrape we bleed we die
While royal heads play dress up high
But down in the mud we've got a tune
Raise your cup for the crowned buffoons
Clashing swords and leaking balloons
They march to glory trip on their gowns
While we hold the line and laugh in the towns
So dance dance while they decree
That freedom aint free but it's cheaper for me
To the mighty and mad we sing this tune
Long live the crowned buffoons
Now the Duke of the East wrote a war in a play
But forgot all the names so he battled himself
He knighted a goose by mistake in July
And proposed to a mirror three times he was high
The Princess of the South wears a hat made of pearls
Says the crops will grow better if sung to by girls
So we sing while we dig while she naps in the breeze
May the rats in her pantry enjoy all her cheese
They boast they plot they feast they frown
We fight their fights then drink them down
And carve their tales in outhouse rooms
Raise your cup for the crowned buffoons
Clashing swords and leaking balloons
They march to glory trip on their gowns
While we hold the line and laugh in the towns
So dance dance while they decree
That freedom aint free but it's cheaper for me
To the mighty and mad we sing this tune
Long live the crowned buffoons
Oh bless the brave barons who duel in the court
While we dodge the debt and the plague they forgot
They name us the salt of the earth when it suits
Then march us to war in their polished silk boots
Raise your cup for the crowned buffoons
Clashing swords and leaking balloons
They march to glory trip on their gowns
While we hold the line and laugh in the towns
So dance dance while they decree
That freedom aint free but it's cheaper for me
To the mighty and mad we sing this tune
Long live the crowned buffooooons
And if I disappear for singing this song
It means that one of them has finally caught on