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No. 4 - Song - King - "Incognito.
| King: | Tho' it's nice to be born to a crown; | |
| Chorus: | Crown! | |
| King: | And not have to work for a copper, | |
| Chorus: | Copper! | |
| King: | There's a glaring defect, That your people expect A King to be painfully proper, |
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| Chorus: | Proper! | |
| King: | You mustn't let Monarchy down — | |
| Chorus: | Down! | |
| King: | Or bishops rebuke you in sermons; Declaring you not such a virtuous lot As somebody known to the Germans! So I'm trying to travel in cog. |
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| Chorus: | -nito! | |
| King: | And behave like a deuce of a dog! | |
| Chorus: | We know! | |
| King: | A King never kisses the pretty young misses Unless he can do it incog. |
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| Chorus: | Yes, he's trying to travel in cognito, And behave like a deuce of a dog, you know, A King never kisses the pretty young misses Unless he can do it incog-nito! |
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| King: | When I go as a King to the play; | |
| Chorus: | Play! | |
| King: | My box is all crimson and gilding — | |
| Chorus: | Gilding! | |
| King: | It affords a good mark for some anarchist dark, Who brings in a bomb to the building, |
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| Chorus: | Building! | |
| King: | If I call on an actress next day — | |
| Chorus: | Day! | |
| King: | I feel most unpleasantly certain There's a phonograph hid in the coal-scuttle lid And a camera under the curtain! So I take my amusement incog. |
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| Chorus: | -nito! | |
| King: | And I don't set the public agog — | |
| Chorus: | Oh, no! | |
| King: | I wink at a dancer, S he glances in answer, The sequel is strictly incog. |
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| Chorus: | Oh, he takes his amusement incognito, And he don't set the public agog — Oh, no! He winks at a dancer, she glances in answer, The sequel is strictly incog-nito! |
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| King: | It's the way of the good and the great, | |
| Chorus: | Great! | |
| King: | To shrink from the world's recognition, | |
| Chorus: | -nition! | |
| King: | And discreetly evade any sort of parade Of their claim to a public position, |
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| Chorus: | -sition! | |
| King: | There's an officer writing of late, | |
| Chorus: | Late! | |
| King: | In a Stop the War Radical Journal Who declares that the British in warfare commit Atrocities simply infernal! But this officer still is incog. |
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| Chorus: | -nito! | |
| King: | As he reels out his long catalogue | |
| Chorus: | Of woe! | |
| King: | To judge from his bias his name's Ananias, But still he preserves his incog. |
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| Chorus: | Oh, this officer still is incognito, As he reels out his long catalogue of woe! To judge from his bias his name's Ananias, But still he preserves his incog-nito! |
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Page modified 3 January 2017