In the Hall of the New Moose King

Shed the antlers shed the crown Shed the antlers shed the crown Raccoon from Saturn's fifth moon Arrived for the king coronation too soon Unfit to become to ill-advisor Still gave bad advice from under his space visor Your crown won't fit atop you antlers The antlers are my crown Your crown won't sit atop your antlers The antlers are my crown The royal hall of the new moose king How a-moose-ing, no need to kiss the ring Special perch for doves learning to sing Offering not needed to bring, the red bee sting Sends the bishop frog into panic ribbit The moose booms with a bass-y "quit it" I don't want this I don't need this Trip up, stay up, I don't need this The raccoon repeats Your crown won't fit atop you antlers The antlers are my crown The antlers are my crown