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The King Of SwedenOne fateful morn,A child was born, In June of 63, To be a master string-smith, His destiny would be The gods pulled out all stops And give him tasty skills, With flying picks and big high kicks, He dishes out the thrills Hail The King Of Sweden Ten feet tall with giant hands And fire in his eyes, He has a mane of purest silk, We're tellin' you no lies A lot of twats play fender strats, But he is the exception, He makes it cool because he rules, And gives us all erections Hail The King Of Sweden With a wall of Marshalls He owns the fucking stage, But bathe him in green or blue He'll burn up with rage, For those colours, So I'm told, May detract His glory So listen well my metal friend, Or He'll unleash the fury... Hail The King Of Sweden ! |