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