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The bony king of nowhere He sat upon his throne He didn't much like sitting there because his throne was His throne was made of stone His throne was made of marble white It's feet were made of gold It was a royal throne alright but oh dear it was It was extremely cold That skinny king of nowhere Was feeling very chilly He said to going on sitting there was really very And also very chilly He
Writer(s): John Faulkner, Sandra Joan Kerr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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