It's Good to Be The King

Now get down people

And listen to me

Gonna tell you how I made history

You can call me Louis

I'm the king of France

Check out my story

While you do your dance

Now it's seventeen hundred and eighty nine

The peasants were starving

But I was fine

We were hanging out

Down in old Versailles

That's the weekend pad of my queen and I

In the alleys of Paris

They was eating rats

But it was fillet mignon

For the aristocrats

There was Dukes and Counts and

Barons and Earls

I gave them the title

But I kept the girl

Blond, redhead, wild, brunette

Ladies in wait

I didn't wait to get

There was truffles for breakfast

Toast for brunch

The lion of the folley's version for lunch...

Ooh yes it's good to be the king

Ooh la la

Gee but it's good to be the king

Say it girls

You can be sure about one thing

Ooh la la

Mais oui, it's good to be the king

It's good to be the king

Well the palace was rocking

And we were doing it good

When we heard there was some trouble

In the neighborhood

I wasn't too worried

No big deal

We step out of line

Jack, you're near the Bastille

The party kept spinning

All day an dall night

The champagne was flowing

We were feeling all right

They were screaming for breath

Things started to shake

But Marie Antoinette said,

"We'll let 'em eat cake."

Now the rapper wouldn't have it

They was angry and beat

They built a big old razor

Called the Guillotine

Then the people all shouted

We'll have all day

Down with dirty war

Give us Perrier

I said that in the war things might get screwy

But they'd never lay a finger

On good king Louis

Just keep your cool

Don't fret, don't freak

Say hey

Say what

Say magnifico

Ooh yes it's good to be the king

Ooh la la

Gee but it's good to be the king

Your fantasy is my reality

You can be sure about one thing

Ooh la la

Mais oui, it's good to be the king

It's good to be the king

Night and day

Vous, vous voulez

Well they broke down the gate

In one massive assault

And the party came to a grinding halt

They took the midgets and the freakies

With the girls in tote

And a voice said

Louis, it's time to go

They put my neck on the block

They took off my wig

And it occured to me

This was the end of the gig

They asked me did I have any

Last words to say

Well I raised my head

And I hollered hey

Ooh yes it's good to be the king

Ooh la la

Gee but it's good to be the king

Well c'est la vie

Make that one more

You can be sure about one thing

Ooh la la

Mais oui, it's good to be the king

It's good to be the king

Bonjour

Ooh la la

Ooh yes, it's good to be the king

Well it was good while it lastedAjude-nos a mante