When the little king rode on his horse
into the darkened woods,
no one believed that he'd return.
They thought it gone for good
as he looked down to see the lake.
He found a secret key to the little king.
He couldn't wait,
but he rode off nervously.
In
a stolen car on busy streets,
he spun the leather wheel.
He was putting oil in second gear as the tires loud they squealed.
And the bouncers on the cab jumped right out of the way.
He smashed into the superstore,
but he didn't feel a thing.
Just a quiet night where the fun begins
for the little king.
Oh,
for the little king.
Once life was merely going round and time began to run,
the future looked as clear as day,
but it quickly turned to mud and stuck to him like glue.
What could anybody do?
Oh,
for the little king.
Oh,
for the little king.
Now the little king is locked away to mix with the elites.
In the dark house now,
he learns new tricks from other pedigrees.
It's small town front page news.
The fairy tale young king has scratched his head looking for clues.
He found splinters there,
but one day soon the lights will
swing
for the little king.
Oh, for the little king.