The scenario is bright
For the King and Carol
What we must tell her
And seasons are slow
So wait we must
And hide from ourselves
Overrun by the rank
Roll it like an egg
And the Man Child will kill them
And a quick procession follow
Oh, so now you know
We're all standing in line
For the King and Caroline
And the wisdom they will sell us
And the wisdom they will sell
Sell, sell
Sell, sell, oh, oh