I am the ripe old king, of a castle by the sea.
I walk with a limp, because a dragon bit my knee.
My peasants all love me, or so they say.
But when our castle is getting invaded, where are they?

I have no taxes, I love good cheer.
When there glasses run empty, I buy them more beer.
If my peasants are hungry, we have a feast.
After I had spent my day, hunting down the beast.

My peasants are rich, and I am poor.
The dragon won't fight me, he says I'm a bore.
And when I'm not helping, my friends in need.
I'm out in the fields, planting more seed.

My horses are weak, and are getting old.
The royal carriage, has already been sold.
I think in the end, we'll claim bankruptcy.
And I'll let this old castle, fall into the sea.