King Christian

1577 there was born a king of architectual passion
Placed in dire peril he would stand tall and erect, in retrospect
All I do is run tonight, even twice as sweet but half as bright
I did not intend to impersonate a friend
If I didn’t know my luck, listen to the clock’s last ticking tock
I shall ascend at last, like a question never asked
Think him not so good natured, oh no, not the slightest bit
Quite the opposite. Because even though he would build things
He onto his queen was mean, poor Anna Kathrine, she’s crying
All I do is run tonight, even twice as sweet but half as bright
I did not intend to impersonate a friend
I could not remain your friend
Lest it would have made a difference then
Could it possibly? Well no thanks to you and me
Hey, this is the king speakin' to ya'
Bet you didn’t think I’d make it this far
But I know you all remember old Christian. I was number 4, you see
And people will think of me and say: A good king was he!