The King Of Love

The king of love sits in a field with his head in his handsSays it's alright, in fact it's the way it was plannedWe don't love his face, we don't love his handsIt's his mace, and the things we don't understandThe king of love - Oh noDrinks white rum, says it's the liquor of kingsPhones his mum, "Where d'you hide my wig ?"When the fridge opens wide, out jump Mungo and Madge ... MidgeNo no, no no, no no, I don't need this bridgeThe king of love - Oh noSteeplechase, it's very popular hereThey set it up to knock down the beerYou see them at lunch, all in a bunch year after yearBut you never see them when the fat lady singsThe king of love - Oh noThe king of love - YeahThe king of love - Oh no