It's Good to Be the King - Mel Brooks

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 in 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 filet mignon for the aristocrats

There were Dukes and Counts and Barons and Earls

I gave them the titles but I kept the girls

Blondes, redheads, wild brunettes

Ladies-in-waitin', I didn’t wait to get

There was truffles for breakfast, toast for brunch

The line of the Folies Bergère 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

(Ah Ooh Ah Ooh)

Well if Paris was rioting, they were doing it good

When we heard there was some trouble in the neighborhood

I wasn’t too worried, no big deal

You step out the line, Jack, you’re in the Bastille

The party kept swinging all day and all night

The champagne was flowing, we was feeling all right

They were screaming for bread, things started to shake

But Marie-Antoinette said (Well let 'em eat cake!)

Now the rabble wouldn’t have it, they was angry with me

They built a big old razor called the guillotine

Then the people all shouted, «We'll have our day»

«Down with dirty water, give us Perrier!»

I said the more you want, things might get screwy

But they’ll never lay a finger on good King Louis

Just keep your cool, don’t fret, don’t freak

I say Hey!

(Say what?)

C’est magnifique!

(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

(Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria)

(Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria)

(Ooh)

Night and day comme vous voulez

(Ooh)

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 and all

And the boys said, «Louis, it’s time to go»

They put my neck on the block, they took off my wig

And It occurred 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 la mort

(You can be sure about one thing)

(Ooh La La)

(Ooh yes it’s good to be the king)

It’s good to be the king!

(Ooh yes it’s good to be the king)

Well it was good while it lasted

(We can be sure about one thing)

(Ooh La La)

(Mais oui, it’s good to be the king)

C’est bon de te revoir

C’mon, you do it

Everybody does it

I just did it, I’m ready to do it again

(Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria)

(Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria Pappu Paria)