Song Of The Beggar King

Ah, once I had the world
Now I’ve even lost my girl
Oh my darling, oh my pearl
How I missed her
But I’m already feeling better
To help me to forget her
I’m going to write a letter
To her sister
When it hapened I was shattered
I really though it mattered
I was ripped apart and scattered
It was bloody
Now I stop and smell the flowers
And take too many showers
And prance around for hours
In the nuddy
I’m losing everything
The cardboard box, the diamond ring
I’m losing verything
So why do I wnt to dance and sing
I was handsomer than most
I had a yacht on ither coast
I’d got a lot, don’t mean to boast
But I owned Armani
Now I’m living in the gutter
On a half a pound of butter
Get my outfits from the utterly
Salvation Army
I used to be pseud
And whistle Mozart in the nude
And think the Rolling Stones were crude
Rude, lewd and stuff
Now I spend all day in bed
And sing along to Right Said Fred
And look at pictures of the Med
And it’s enough
I’m losing everything
The Chippendale, the Ming
Losing everything
I am the beggar king