The King

The king is walking on his tightrope
And he doesn't quite know what he's to do
He's using his binoculars to look around him
He's looks at you, looks at you, looks at you

The king oh he doesn't know he's married
Thinks he oughta go and find himself a wife
Forgot he's got a ring on his finger
And already a queen in his life

Oh queen, why not go up and tell him
You've been loving him for so long
That you sat at his table for years and years
And together danced to many song

The queen sighs and smiles so gently
Says "I hope that one day you will see
Although he'll wander off to find his love
I know he'll find his way back to me
Though he isn't aware that I've always been there
I know he'll find his way back to me
Though he doesn't realise that I'm his wife
I know he'll find his way back to me