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WHEN YOU ARE A KING (R. Hill / J. Hill) White Plains Parting in your hair, it's hardly ever there Wash your face Shabby in your dress, always look a mess Don't you care? Mummy's there to see you always look your best Change your dirty vest When you grow to be a king Never do a thing Four and twenty blackbirds sing along Royal gifts they all will bring When you are a king Everywhere you go, people bowing low Carriages to take you anywhere Feet won't ever touch a thing When you are a king Tore your shirt again, fighting in the rain With whats-his-name Shoe-black on your face, you're really a disgrace Mummy smiles and all the while Because she loves you She will worry so And if you're good you know That when you grow to be a king Never do a thing Four and twenty blackbirds sing along Royal gifts they all will bring When you are a king Everywhere you go, people bowing low Carriages to take you anywhere Feet won't ever touch a thing When you are a king When you are a king Never do a thing Four and twenty blackbirds sing along Royal gifts they all will bring When you are a king. Everywhere you go, people bowing low Carriages to take you anywhere Feet won't ever touch a thing When you are a king

    


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