(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