Here comes the king

King!

King!

Here in my castle, I'm king of the house



Slippers, paper, pipe, and dog

Easy chair and a burning log

Something smells good in the kitchen tonight

Oh yeah, my baby can treat me right

Like every Tom, and Dick, and Harry know

Out on the street you're just another Joe-shmoe

When you get inside my home

Ceasar never had it better in Rome



King!

Here in my house

King!

Here in my castle, I'm king of the house



My throne is just a La-Z-Boy

A hotrod Ford is just a toy

I may rule, but I can't be mean

I still must answer to the queen

So if you're lucky just like me

You must feel like royalty

If this has a familiar ring

Then you know just why i sing



King!

Here in my house

King!

Here in my castle, I'm king of the house



King!

Here in my house

King!

Here in my castle, I'm king of the house



I'm just a farmer bustin' sod

Just one creature under God

Truth be known, and truth be seen'n

I'd be nothin' without my queen

So if you feel like monarchy

You don't mind a little anarchy

My hotrod Ford has a couple of dings

But the engine purrs and the radio sings



King!

Here in my house

King!

Here in my castle, I'm king of the house

King!

Here in my house

King!

Here in my castle, I'm king of the house

Here in my castle, I'm king of the house

Here in my castle, I'm king

Here comes the...

King!