He leaves circle K
To be king for a day
And a chump for the rest of the week
The curtains are drawn
He stretches and yawns
His Majesty's going to sleep
Today is the first day
Of the rest of your life
Tomorrow is the second day
Celebrate your birthday
Buy yourself something nice
You've earned it wouldn't you say
There's enough candles on your cake
To restart the great fire of London
And your'e wondering now
The bubble has burst
The honeymoon is over
The flowers have withered and died
There's nothing much worse
Than a drunk who's sober
Hungover for the rest of his life
Drop me a line
From the scene of the crime
If I catch it
I'll pull you back down
He leaves Circle K
To be king for a day
And a chump for the rest of the week
The curtains are drawn
He stretches and yawns
His Majesty's going to sleep
In a room with a view
Fit for a king
The moon
And the stars
And the sea
It's goodnight from him
It's goodnight from you
And I suppose that it's goodnight from me