The scenario is bright for the King and Carol— What we must tell her And seasons are slow, so wait we must And hide from ourselves
Overrun by the rank Roll over like an egg And a man-child will kill them And a quick procession will follow
Oh, so now you know We're all standing in line For the King and Caroline And the wisdom they will sell us And the wisdom they will sell Sell Sell Sell Sell, oh, oh Oh, oh