POW - Loudon Wainwright III

Hey, l say let’s lay off the poor Prince of Wales

He’s livin' out the grimmest of fairy tales

I know he’s loaded, yeah he’s tons of Pounds

But he cab get down just like we do

Hey, I say let’s lay off the heir to the throne

Yeah, I say what the hey, let’s leave 'em alone

It’s got a hard enough job as it is

And you wouldn’t want his job, now would ya?

Well, would ya?

I think that they just want him to just quit

Just 'cause him and his old lady they split

Hey, I say let’s lay off the guys next in line

And in the meanwhile his old lady’s just fine

She goes to galas, yeah the gal’s in demand

I don’t know how he stands it, I couldn’t — he shouldn’t

Hey, I say let’s lay off — the man would be king

But all he gets to do is twiddle his ring

I guess one day his mom will cough up that crown

But you can’t pin her down, now well can ya?

Hey, I say let’s lay off the poor Prince of Wales