When You Are A King

When You Are A King - White Plains

Written by：Roger Hill/Jonny Hill

Parting in your hair it's hardly ever there

Wash your face

Shabby in your dress always look a mess

Don't you care

Mummy's there to see you always look your best

Change your dirty vest

When you grow you be a king

Never do a thing

Four and twenty blackbirds sing along

Royal gifts they all will bring

When you are a king

Everywhere you go people bowing low

Carriages to take you anywhere

Feet won't ever touch a thing

When you are a king

Tore your shirt again fighting in the rain

With what's his name

Shoe black on your face you're really a disgrace

Mummy smiles and all the well

Because she loves you

She will worry so

And if you're good you know

That when you grow you be a king

Never do a thing

Four and twenty blackbirds sing along

Royal gifts they all will bring

When you are a king

Everywhere you go people bowing low

Carriages to take you anywhere

Feet won't ever touch a thing

When you are a king

When you are a king

Never do a thing

Four and twenty blackbirds sing along

Royal gifts they all will bring

When you are a king

Everywhere you go people bowing low

Carriages to take you anywhere

Feet won't ever touch a thing

When you are a king