The King Nose

Stamps are gonna be changing
For the first time in a long time
Gonna lick mine
In the sunshine
Ride an equine
As I'm struggling with
Swollen fingers
Pretty crystals

Flags are gonna be flying
For the last time in a lifetime
Gonna burn mine
In the sunshine
Have a good time
As I'm struggling with
Swollen fingers
Pretty crystals

Goooooouuuuut!!!

He's coming on in
Wearing our faces
On his chest
And he is slavering
Into his palms
Just like a loyal boy
It is eating him up

Arise, Sir Lancelot!
Why, my Liege?



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Cross, Jay Stansfield, Rob Ashworth
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