Bad King John

I've got a one plan Uh He rhapsodized Nooo I'll be a king, mom! Uh Be canonized! She patronized And the fools came around like: Uh, you want it all But you got no clue You want the world Oh, be disabused! Cause He'll be a pawn And refrains to lose like And it felt like fire Uh When he moved When he moved And it felt like fire When he moved When he moved His mother falls down Uh As he's crowned a gold crown And the crowd bows down: Your kingly words, sir? Uh Go turn the urns on And all the fools are begging like: Uh, you've got it all! Oh please excuse me! We'll kneel and crawl Even kiss your shoes Still, the king withdrawals With a last amusement Does it feel like fire? When you move? When you move? Does it feel like fire? When you move? When you move? The heads are all rolling Hail, God save the king His hounds are all howling For a bloody meal In choir, the crowd sings Songs about his glories You took him for granted Now, you better kneel