[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,
[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.
[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.
[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 incognito!
[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,
[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.
[Chorus:]
Nito!
[King:]
And I don't set the public agog--
[Chorus:]
Oh, no!
[King:]
I wink at a dancer, she glances in answer,
The sequel is strictly incog.
[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 incognito!
[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,
[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.
[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.
[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 incognito!