Peanut Butter Sandwich

(I'll tell you a story of silly young kingWho played with the world at the end of a stringBut he only loved one single thing and that was just a peanut butter sandwich)Now his scepter wand his royal gowns his regal throne and golden crownsWere brown and sticky from the moundsAnd drippings from each peanut butter sandwichHis subjects all were silly fools cuz he had passed a royal ruleThat all that they could learn in school was how to make a peanut butter sandwichHe would not eat his sovereign steak he scorned his soup and his kingly cakeAnd told his courtly cook to bakeAnd nothin' nothin' nothin' but an extra-sticky peanut butter sandwichAnd then one day he took a bite and started chewing with delightBut found his mouth was stuck quite tightFrom that last bite of peanut butter sandwichHis brother pulled his sister pried the wizard pushed his mother criedOh my boy's committed suicide from eating his last peanut utter sandwichThe dentist came and the royal doc the royal plumber banged and knockedBut still those jaws stayed tightly locked oh darn that sticky peanut utter sandwichThe carpenter he tried with pliers the telephone man tried with wiresThe firemen they tried with fire but couldn't melt that peanut utter sandwichWith ropes and pulleys drills and coil with steam and lubricating oilFor twenty years of tears and toil they fought that awful peanut bbutter sandwichThen all his royal subjects came they hooked his jaws with grapplin' chainsAnd pulled both ways with might and mainAgainst against that peanut butter sandwichEach man and woman girl and boy put down their ploughs and pots and toysAnd pulled until kerack oh joy they broke right through the peanut utter sandwichA puff of dust a screech a squeak the kin's jaw opened with a creakAnd then in voice so faint and weak the first words that they heard him speakWere how about a peanut butter sandwich