The Phony King of England

Oh the world will sing of an English King
 A thousand years from now
 And not because he passed some laws
 Or had that lofty brow
 While bonny good King Richard leads
 The great crusade he's on
 We'll all have to slave away
 For that good-for-nothin' John
 Incredible as he is inept
 Whenever the history books are kept
 They'll call him the phony king of England
 A pox on the phony king of England!
 He sits alone on a giant throne
 Pretendin' he's the king
 A little tyke who's rather like
 A puppet on a string
 And he throws an angry tantrum
 If he cannot have his way
 And then he calls for Mum while he's suckin' his thumb
 You see, he doesn't want to play
 Too late to be known as John the First
 He's sure to be known as John the worst
 A pox on that phony king of England!
 Lay that country on me, babe!
 While he taxes us to pieces
 And he robs us of our bread
 King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down
 Around that pointed head
 Ah! But while there is a merry man
 In Robin's wily pack
 We'll find a way to make him pay
 And steal our money back
 The minute before he knows we're there
 Ol' Rob'll snatch his underwear
 The breezy and uneasy king of England
 The snivellin', grovellin'
 Measly, weasely
 Blabberin', jabberin'
 Gibberin', jabberin'
 Plunderin' plottin'
 Wheelin', dealin'
 Prince John, that phony king of England
 Yeah!