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SAT ON MY THRONE
ON MY THRONE
The place I love to be...
most is definitely is...
sat on my throne.
Right now they are all...
standing and waiting
for my entrance.
These people of all ages..
excited, shouting and waving.
Many have travelled far...
to see me.
I am humbled by their loyalty...
but I'm not alone
there are others.
The press comment...
on my attire of
a gold jacket
The fanfare sounds...
TV cameras roll
the time is here...now
As I walk out into view...
I hear screams
shouting, chanting
Those wonderful people
love to see me
on my throne
and now...
I must play...
the band kicks up
they glance to me
and I begin...
One Two Three Four
And we're playing...
Screams, shouts, chanting...
My drums are sounding good
when I'm sat on my throne
WRC ©
The place I love to be...
most is definitely is...
sat on my throne.
Right now they are all...
standing and waiting
for my entrance.
These people of all ages..
excited, shouting and waving.
Many have travelled far...
to see me.
I am humbled by their loyalty...
but I'm not alone
there are others.
The press comment...
on my attire of
a gold jacket
The fanfare sounds...
TV cameras roll
the time is here...now
As I walk out into view...
I hear screams
shouting, chanting
Those wonderful people
love to see me
on my throne
and now...
I must play...
the band kicks up
they glance to me
and I begin...
One Two Three Four
And we're playing...
Screams, shouts, chanting...
My drums are sounding good
when I'm sat on my throne
WRC ©
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