Lyrics:

Parting In Your Hair, It's Hardly Ever There
wash Your Face
shabby In Your Dress, Always Look A Mess
don't You Care
mum Is There To See You Always Look Your Best
change Your Dirty Vest

when You Grow To Be A King
never Do A Thing
four And Twenty Blackbirds Sing Along
royal Gifts They All Will Bring
when You Are A King
everywhere You Go, People Bowing Low
carriages To Take You Anywhere
feet Won't Ever Touch A Thing
when You Are A King

tore Your Shirt Again, Fighting In The Rain
with Whats-His-Name
shoe-Black On Your Face, You're Really A Disgrace
mummy Smiles And All The While
because She Loves You
she Will Worry So
and If You're Good You Know

that When You Grow To Be A King
never Do A Thing
four And Twenty Blackbirds Sing Along
royal Gifts They All Will Bring
when You Are A King
everywhere You Go, People Bowing Low
carriages To Take You Anywhere
feet Won't Ever Touch A Thing
when You Are A King

when You Are A King
never Do A Thing
four And Twenty Blackbirds Sing Along
royal Gifts They All Will Bring
when You Are A King.
everywhere You Go, People Bowing Low
carriages To Take You Anywhere
feet Won't Ever Touch A Thing
when You Are A King