Kings - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen

    Now they lay his body down
    Sad old men who run this town
    I still recall the way
    He led the charge and saved the day
    Blue blood and rain
    I can hear the bugle playin'

    We seen the last of Good King Richard
    Ring out the past his name lives on
    Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher
    Raise up your glass to Good King John

    While he plundered far and wide
    All his starving children cried
    And though we sung his fame
    We all went hungry just the same
    He meant to shine
    To the end of the line

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