Verse 1I′Ve Got A Stump-Legged Lady, To Thump Out The Backbeat Bumps.I've Got A Bald-Headed Bassman, Cos He Really Hits The Ceiling When He Jumps.I've Got A Fat Joan-A Player, Oughta Hear Him Howl 'Hosanna′ When He SwingsHe Doubles Harp And Harpsichord, But If He′S Feeling Bored, For A Treble He Will Double Chins.ChorusI'm King Cripple In The Band, And Everybody Is The Joker In The PackWe′Ve Got A Hunchback Drummer, Just In Case We Get Too Laid BackWe Say The World's A Pavement Oyster, So We′Re Gonna Hoist A Union Jack.Verse 2The Lead Guitarist Is A Pigmy, And Shortly He'll Quick Rig Me Up A RiffThe Roadie Gets His Rocks Off But If He Takes His Socks Off, Don′T WhiffThey Cut His Feet Off, They're Athletic. He's A Walking Anaesthetic For The BluesAnd It′S Amazing How He Sways To The Triple Band Off Stage, In His Seven Inch High, High Stamp Smelling ShoesVerse 3The Audiences Panic, When My Sax′S Schizophrenic BlowsHe's A Double-Headed Giant, And He Calls Himself A Bryant And A May-BeYou′Ll Half Believe It When He Lights Up, Stuffs Two Saxes In His Gob And GoesChorusI'm King Cripple In The Band, And Everybody Is The Joker In The PackWe′Ve Got A Hunchback Drummer, Just In Case We Get Too Laid BackWe Say The World's A Pavement Oyster, So We′Re Gonna Hoist A Union JackOutroWe Say The World's A Pavement OysterSo We're Gonna Hoist A Union Jack************************************| / Slide Up************************************
