The King Is in the Counting House - The Electric Prunes

The King is in the counting house counting out his money

The Queen is in her parlour eating bread and honey

And in her royal heart of hearts, she’s happy as can be

Isn’t she?

Isn’t she?

The King is always working, now signing proclamations

The children see their father’s brow knitted by frustrations

But in his royal heart of hearts, he serves his family

Doesn’t he?

Doesn’t he?

The golden calendar reflects a day of obligations

The King and Queen will offer love to cold and distant nations

The children’s day goes by so fast nobody’s thought to miss them

The golden clock is striking twelve

Now it’s too late to kiss them

Though the castle’s marble walls don’t echo any laughter

But the family portrait paints them happy ever after

But in their royal heart of hearts, they’re happy as certainly

Aren’t we?

Aren’t we?