Little King   
    (Difford/Tilbrook)  
     
      When the little king  
      Rode on his horse  
      Into the darkened wood  
      No one believed  
      That he'd return  
      They thought he'd gone for good  
      As he looked down to see the lake  
      He found a secret key  
      The little king he couldn't wait  
      And he rode off nervously  

      In a stolen car  
      On busy streets  
      He spun the leather wheel  
      He was burning oil  
      In second gear  
      As the tyres loudly squealed  
      And the bouncers on the kerb  
      Jumped right out of the way  
      He smashed into a superstore  
      And he didn't feel a thing  
      Just a quiet night where the fun begins  
      For the little king  

      Once life was merry going round  
      Then time began to rub  
      The future looked as clear as day  
      But it quickly turned to mud  
      It stuck to him like glue  
      What can anybody do  
      For the little king  
      For the little king  

      Now the little king  
      Is locked away  
      To mix with the elite  
      In the doghouse now  
      He learns new tricks  
      From other pedigrees  
      It's small town front page news  
      The fairy tale your king  
      Has scratched his head looking for clues  
      He found splinters there  
      But one day soon the latch will swing  
      For the little king

      (c) 1998
       

  • Chords
  • FROM THE ALBUM: Domino.
  • Debuted on the 1998 US Summer tour under the title "Bitter Wind", with entirely different lyrics.