When You Are A King was originally a 1971 bubblegum-pop song by White Plains. Produced by Jeff Kristian at Sparkie's Little Music Factory, Kent.
Lyrics
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’ll 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 while
Because she loves you
She will worry so
And if you're good you know
That when you grow to be a king
Never do a thing
Four-and-twenty blackbirds sing along
Royal gifts they all will bringWhen 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