Now get down people
And listen to me
Gonna tell you how I made history
You can call me Louis
I'm the king of France
Check out my story
While you do your dance
Now it's seventeen hundred and eighty nine
The peasants were starving
But I was fine
We were hanging out
Down in old Versailles
That's the weekend pad of my queen and I
In the alleys of Paris
They was eating rats
But it was fillet mignon
For the aristocrats
There was Dukes and Counts and 
Barons and Earls
I gave them the title
But I kept the girl
Blond, redhead, wild, [bad word] Ladies in wait
I didn't wait to get
There was [bad word] for breakfast
Toast for [bad word] The lion of the folley's version for lunch...

Ooh yes it's good to be the king
Ooh la la
Gee but it's good to be the king

Say it girls

You can be sure about one thing
Ooh la la
Mais oui, it's good to be the king

It's good to be the king

Well the palace was rocking
And we were doing it good
When we heard there was some trouble
In the neighborhood
I wasn't too worried
No big deal
We step out of line
Jack, you're near the Bastille
The party kept spinning
All day an dall night
The champagne was flowing
We were feeling all right
They were screaming for breath
Things started to shake
But Marie Antoinette said,
"We'll let 'em eat cake."
Now the rapper wouldn't have it
They was angry and beat
They built a big old razor
Called the Guillotine
Then the people all shouted
We'll have all day
Down with dirty war
Give us Perrier
I said that in the war things might get screwy
But they'd never lay a finger
On good king Louis
Just keep your cool
Don't fret, don't freak
Say hey
Say what
Say magnifico

Ooh yes it's good to be the king
Ooh la la
Gee but it's good to be the king

Your fantasy is my reality

You can be sure about one thing
Ooh la la
Mais oui, it's good to be the king

It's good to be the king

Night and day
Vous, vous voulez

Well they broke down the gate
In one massive assault
And the party came to a grinding halt
They took the midgets and the freakies
With the girls in tote
And a voice said
Louis, it's time to go
They put my neck on the block
They took off my wig
And it occured to me
This was the end of the gig
They asked me did I have any
Last words to say
Well I raised my head
And I hollered hey

Ooh yes it's good to be the king
Ooh la la
Gee but it's good to be the king

Well c'est la vie
Make that one more

You can be sure about one thing
Ooh la la
Mais oui, it's good to be the king

It's good to be the king

Bonjour
Ooh la la
Ooh yes, it's good to be the king

Well it was good while it lasted