Not every man can understand a life like mine A silver spoon and fork and knife and sweet red wine That spills onto the floor, a little sacrifice My subjects lap it up and think that it's so nice I'm a king I'm a king I'm a king Wooo-oh Not every man can know the taste of finer things Respect and ease and happiness that power brings I tremble when the sun reflects the guillotine The stench of hopelessness could make a dead man sing I'm a king I'm a king I'm a king Wooo-oh ♪ Not every girl can rule the world beneath a crown Climb on top the biggest one and take him down I now we'd all be better off if he just died I'm smooth enough to make it look like suicide I'm smooth enough to make it look like suicide I'm a queen I'm a queen I'm a queen Wooo-oh I'm a queen I'm a queen I'm a queen Wooo-oh