The Phony King of England
Johnny Mercer| Original | Versione Danese da YT |
| 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! 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' Blunderin' plunderin' Wheelin' dealin' Prince John, that phony king of England Yeah! | THE PHONY KING OF ENGLAND Vores høje drot Bli'r husket godt Endnu om tusind år Det skyldes ikke hans forstand For grim og dum er han Da folkets ven Kong Richard Drog på dristigt korstog ud Blev vi holdt i slaveri Af Prins John - den dumme stud Berømmelse vil han aldrig få For fremtiden vil han altid stå Som ham der blev kaldt Kong Fup af England Ja, ned med Prins John, Kong Fup af England En krone vile han ikke bær' Langt mindre kongens klæder Den frække fyr Som gør sig stor Bli'r trukket i en snor Han bli'r nærmest helt hysterisk Når hans vilje ikke sker Han råber på moar , det skarn Sutter finger som et barn Forstår du - han vil ikke lege mer'! Engang har vi haft Kong John den Første Men ham her bli'r kendt som John den Værste Ja, ned med Prins John, Kong Fup af England Og kom nu, hvis nu hvad du kan Kom John - Lille-John Go, Johnny, go Mens han plager os med skatter Undertrykker os med vold Tar' han Kong Richards krone på Sin grimme, spidse knold Yeah! Og det bli'r slut Si'r Robin Hood til skovens frie mænd Hver skillling som han ta'r fra os Dem hugger vi igen Og ud'n at lav' den mindste støj Ta'r Robin al hans undertøj |
