Yeah, you won't get rich today Because they way you woke up was like a perfect failure You dreamt last night you were the king of the country Whilst the sun was beneath you, burning up Australia Someday you will be counting up your cars with glee Hoping your life won't end up bent around the belly of the tree And when the good fairy grants you three wishes they will be To have as many pound notes as there are fishes in the sea But as your dream gets sucked away You get fat and they'll never let on You're not the cream of the court anymore She took this king from his queen Now this king is poor It would be good if you could just quit arguing It would be good if you could run away and hide But you go with the wind, and go with the tide Just like any time she murders your pride You made one error when she called you a king You looked in the mirror and the mirror said, "you're not the same as you were before" The result is plain Now this king is poor Looking for you between the palace walls And the tumbled-down halls And the kitchen grime Anywhere where there's a disco wine Anywhere where there's nighttime swine Anywhere where I can find your kind And the plaster's in lumps and the paper's peeled The chairs are in trunks, on the ceilings I can see the cracks And the holes in the floor And I am king of this hill of rats That's why this king is poor No, I'm not the same as I was before No one to blame for making this king poor The king is poor