Deborah Conway and Richard Pleasance   He is friends with everyone   And everybody is his friend   The stakes are high but he is sure   They will be loyal to the end   What wouldn't we do with friends like that   Walk to the edge of the precipice   Balance like a dancer in her finest hour   I don't want to be the King of Jordan   I don't want to be the King of Jordon   We are humbled by the sight   Of crown and sceptre in its glory   Tall dark handsome and polite   Makes such a pretty cover story   But the fence that he's been sitting on is not so strong   And the line that he's been taking is not so straight   And there's blind curves all down this road   Are you so sure of where you stand   When you're the centre of attention   As fame and fortune hover round   The unbelievers appetite is whetted   And long knives are easy to conceal   And a smile hides a multitude of sins   And I don't like the way you're looking at me