The Phony King of England (From "Robin Hood")

Oh the world will sing of an English King

A thousand years from now

And not because he passed some laws

Or had that lofty brow

While bonny good King Richard leads

The great crusade he's on

We'll all have to slave away

For that good-for-nothin' John

Incredible as he is inept

Whenever the history books are kept

They'll call him the phony king of England

A pox on the phony king of England!

He sits alone on a giant throne

Pretendin' he's the king

A little tyke who's rather like

A puppet on a string

And he throws an angry tantrum

if he cannot have his way

And then he calls for Mum while he's suckin' his thumb

You see, he doesn't want to play

Too late to be known as John the First

He's sure to be known as John the worst

A pox on that phony king of England!

Lay that country on me, babe!

While he taxes us to pieces

And he robs us of our bread

King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down

Around that pointed head

Ah! But while there is a merry man

in Robin's wily pack

We'll find a way to make him pay

And steal our money back

The minute before he knows we're there

Ol' Rob'll snatch his underwear

The breezy and uneasy king of England

The snivellin', grovellin'

Measly, weasely

Blabberin', jabberin'

Gibberin', jabberin'

Plunderin' plottin'

Wheelin', dealin'

Prince John, that phony king of England

Yeah!