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Queen - Great King Rat

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Great King Rat died today, born on the twenty first of May
Died syphilis forty four on his birthday, every second word he swore
Yes he was the son of a whore, always wanted by the law

Wouldn`t you like to know?, Wouldn`t you like to know people?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man, and a dirty old man was he
Now what did I tell you, would you like to see?

Now hear... Where will I be tomorrow? Will I beg will I borrow?
I don`t care I don`t care anyway, Come on come on the time is right
This man is evil and that is right,I told you... Ah yes I told you
And that`s no lie oh no no no

Wouldn`t you like to know? Wouldn`t you like to know? Wouldn`t
you like to know?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man, and a dirty old man was he
How what did I tell you?... Would you like to see?

Wouldn`t you like to know? Wouldn`t you like to know people?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man, and a dirty old man was he
Now what did I tell you... Would you like to see?

Now listen all you people, put out the good and keep the bad,
don`t believe all you read in the Bible
You sinners get in line, saints you leave far behind,
very soon you`re gonna be his disciple

Don`t listen to what mama says, not a word, not a word mama says
Or else you`ll find yourself being the rival, the great Lord before he died
Knelt sinners by his side, and said you`re going to realise tomorrow

No I`m not gonna tell you, What you already know
Because time and time again, The old man said it all a long time ago
Come come on the time is right, This evil man will fight
I told you once before

Wouldn`t you like to know? Wouldn`t you like to know? Just like
I said before
Great King Rat was a dirty old man, and a dirty old man was he
The last time I tell you... Would you like you see?

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