Now get down people
 And listen to me
 Gonna tell you how I made history
 You can call me Louis
 I'm the king of France
 Check out my story
 While you do your dance
 Now it's seventeen hundred and eighty nine
 The peasants were starving
 But I was fine
 We were hanging out
 Down in old Versailles
 That's the weekend pad of my queen and I
 In the alleys of Paris
 They was eating rats
 But it was fillet mignon
 For the aristocrats
 There was Dukes and Counts and 
Barons and Earls
 I gave them the title
 But I kept the girl
 Blond, redhead, wild, brunette
 Ladies in wait
 I didn't wait to get
 There was truffles for breakfast
 Toast for brunch
 The lion of the folley's version for lunch...
 
Ooh yes it's good to be the king
 Ooh la la
 Gee but it's good to be the king
 
Say it girls
 
You can be sure about one thing
 Ooh la la
 Mais oui, it's good to be the king
 
It's good to be the king
 
Well the palace was rocking
 And we were doing it good
 When we heard there was some trouble
 In the neighborhood
 I wasn't too worried
 No big deal
 We step out of line
 Jack, you're near the Bastille
 The party kept spinning
 All day an dall night
 The champagne was flowing
 We were feeling all right
 They were screaming for breath
 Things started to shake
 But Marie Antoinette said,
 "We'll let 'em eat cake."
 Now the rapper wouldn't have it
 They was angry and beat
 They built a big old razor
 Called the Guillotine
 Then the people all shouted
 We'll have all day
 Down with dirty war
 Give us Perrier
 I said that in the war things might get screwy
 But they'd never lay a finger
 On good king Louis
 Just keep your cool
 Don't fret, don't freak
 Say hey
 Say what
 Say magnifico
 
Ooh yes it's good to be the king
 Ooh la la
 Gee but it's good to be the king
 
Your fantasy is my reality
 
You can be sure about one thing
 Ooh la la
 Mais oui, it's good to be the king
 
It's good to be the king
 
Night and day
 Vous, vous voulez
 
Well they broke down the gate
 In one massive assault
 And the party came to a grinding halt
 They took the midgets and the freakies
 With the girls in tote
 And a voice said
 Louis, it's time to go
 They put my neck on the block
 They took off my wig
 And it occured to me
 This was the end of the gig
 They asked me did I have any
 Last words to say
 Well I raised my head
 And I hollered hey
 
Ooh yes it's good to be the king
 Ooh la la
 Gee but it's good to be the king
 
Well c'est la vie
 Make that one more
 
You can be sure about one thing
 Ooh la la
 Mais oui, it's good to be the king
 
It's good to be the king
 
Bonjour
 Ooh la la
 Ooh yes, it's good to be the king
 
Well it was good while it lasted