| (difford/tilbrook) | |
| When the little king | |
| Rode on his horse | |
| Into the darkened wood | |
| No one believed | |
| That he'd return | |
| They thought he'd gone for good | |
| As he looked down to see the lake | |
| He found a secret key | |
| The little king he couldn't wait | |
| And he rode off nervously | |
| In a stolen car | |
| On busy streets | |
| He spun the leather wheel | |
| He was burning oil | |
| In second gear | |
| As the tyres loudly squealed | |
| And the bouncers on the kerb | |
| Jumped right out of the way | |
| He smashed into a superstore | |
| And he didn't feel a thing | |
| Just a quiet night where the fun begins | |
| For the little king | |
| Once life was merry going round | |
| Then time began to rub | |
| The future looked as clear as day | |
| But it quickly turned to mud | |
| It stuck to him like glue | |
| What can anybody do | |
| For the little king | |
| For the little king | |
| Now the little king | |
| Is locked away | |
| To mix with the elite | |
| In the doghouse now | |
| He learns new tricks | |
| From other pedigrees | |
| It's small town front page news | |
| The fairy tale your king | |
| Has scratched his head looking for clues | |
| He found splinters there | |
| But one day soon the latch will swing | |
| For the little king |