The king's gone, they play a game The king himself, he plays the same With open eyes and listening ears They've played the same for years The queen's snooping at the cradle still You've got my eyes, but your father's dead With open arms enfolding him She said nothing would stop his grin And there they all live within Tramp, it's your land Brighter than the light of day Tramp, you know your camp Is holding me in a way Oh Get it on, get it on Get it on, get it on Get it on, get it on
