The King's Last Stand

The king, his hips turned the blues to suede He made black Okeh through a blue-eyed haze I love you, the girl shouts I can't help, the king sings Oh, no, no, the people cry Oh, no, no By then those hips, they were bloated and slow He'd be gone in six weeks, they'd cry oh, no, no It was the king's last stand, it was the king's last stand It was the king's last stand, it was the king's last stand Good Robert, the prince of Camelot The sad news he did proclaim Oh, no, no, the people cried Oh, no, no, the people they wailed Oh, no, no, the people shouted Oh, no, no. And the prince he said Brothers, my brothers, they shot our brothers Can this awful grace make us love one another? Tell me, is this the king's last stand? Is this the king's last stand? Oh, no, no