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!      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'   Blunderin' plunderin'   Wheelin' dealin'   Prince John, that phony king of England   Yeah!