It's Good to Be the King

Ah Ooh Ah Ooh Ah Ooh Ah Ooh

Now get down people and listen to me,

Gonna tell you how I make history

You can call me Louis

I'm the king of France

Check out my story while you do your dance

Now in 1789 the peasants were starving but I was fine

We were hanging out, down in old Versailles

That's the week end [pad] of my queen and I

In the alleys of Paris

they were eating rats

But it was [filled in yum] for aristocrats

There were dukes and

counts and barons and earls

I gave them the titles but I kept the girls

Blonds, red heads, wild brunettes

Ladies and waitresses I didn't wait to get

There was for breakfast, for brunch,

The line of the Follies Bergères for lunch

Ooh yes it's good to be the king

Ooh La La

Gee but it's good to be the king

Say it girls

You can be sure about one thing

Ooh La La

Mais oui, it's good to be the king

It's good to be the king

Ah Ooh Ah Ooh

Well while Paris was rioting we were doing it good

When we heard there was some trouble in the neighborhood

I wasn't too worried, no big deal

You step on the line, Jack,

you're in the Bastille

The party kept swinging all day and all night

The champagne was flowing

we were feeling all right

They were screaming for bread, things started to shake

But Marie-Antoinette said:

Well let them eat cake!

Now the with was angry at me

They built a big old razor called the guillotine

Then the people of [Châtelet] would have our day:

Down with dirty water give us Perrier!

I said things might get

But they'll never lay a finger on good king Louis

Just keep your cool don't [fret] don't freak

I said Hey!

Said what?

C'est magnifique!

Ooh yes it's good to be the king