The king puts on his raiment   And surveys the royal scene   And tries to put his finger on   The source of all his ennui   But when something goes, it's gone, you know   Starts at the top, spreads down   Just check out the faded bodywork   Beneath his rusted crown         They're waiting for impeachment   But they can't see the day   The queen can't give him any heirs   The word is he's to blame   So he beheads her for amusements   And now he's quoting nietzsche   You'd think that he would have known   She was his one redeeming feature         But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring   That's the song that the millions sing   You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything   The king is dead boring         He used to be a don juan   Now he's just the royal slut   Knocking up the servant girls   Waking up a half-cut   He gets a chance to win them back   But gives them some old spiel   And all they see's the ghost   Of his former ex-appeal         But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring   That's the song that his minions sing   You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything   The king is dead boring         They used to sing long live the king   He was the man with everything   But now they shout   "get that dull bastard out"         He used to be so carnaby   So out of all our leagues   Now it's all that he can do   To zip up his fatigues   If only he could make excuses   Engage with us somehow   But effort is so out of place   And failure's not allowed         Because the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring   That's the song that the millions sing   You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything   The king is dead boring