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With a wave, a wave of dismay
I hired a poet, a guard, and a horse for the day
I, I'm building my throne
Of paper and stone
In my backyard

It's my God-given right
This power's an attempt to lie
My gold, my gold's in a tower
And a paper crown upon my head
I'm lying in state
For my boy-king is dead

Long live my boy-king
Long live my boy-king
Long live my boy-king
With a wave, a wave of dismay   I hired a poet, a guard, and a horse for the day   I, I'm building my throne   Of paper and stone   In my backyard      It's my God-given right   This power's an attempt to lie   My gold, my gold's in a tower   And a paper crown upon my head   I'm lying in state   For my boy-king is dead      Long live my boy-king   Long live my boy-king   Long live my boy-king