Little King - Squeeze

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