Lyrics
[Intro] “I asked for Clay Beige, not Hush you imbecile! The white bone China will look utterly hideous laid on such a vile color!” “FREDRICK! Escort these ‘jesters’ out of my castle…and frankly…into the dungeon.” [Verse 1] Who are you to step to my throne…wearing such…filth (disgusting), Look at the mud you’ve tracked in…clean up this…spilth… Your breath is an airborne pathogen…if I breathe it…I’ll become broke! A life without many cars, real furs, and diamonds? Hah-Hah! I’d rather choke! [Bridge] “Now the chandeliers are six centimeters too far down!” “Do any of you know how to do your jobs? Why must I pay for pathetic trash!” “UGH! FREDERICK! I have a favor to ask…” [Hook] Send for my court! Someone’s getting fired! This champagne’s a degree too warm… And frankly…I’m just SO tired! Send for my court! I’m looking like a mess! Where is the fur? UGH! Who fucked up my dress! One you commoners…had BETTER confess! Or else… IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! [Verse 2] How dare you speak out of line in front of me…and in addition… You went on a break? You didn’t even ask for my permission (peasant)... You’re disgraceful…I feel bad for the ground that you must walk on… Why must you still stand here?...there’s the door, bitch, just leave, go on (shoo, shoo!)... [Bridge] “Go on! Shoo you mutt!...” “Ugh! Why must these disgusting creatures surround me!” “You know what…it’s not like I’m forced to let them stay…Ha-ha-hah!” “Oh~ Frederick! I have a small favor to ask~...” [Hook] Send for my court! Someone’s getting fired! This champagne’s a degree too warm… And frankly…I’m just SO tired! Send for my court! I’m looking like a mess! Where is the fur? UGH! Who fucked up my dress! One you commoners…had BETTER confess! Or else… IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! [Bridge] “Seriously! I might as well run this kingdom on my own!" “Fools I say, FOOLS! All of you! FOOLS!” “FREDERICK!!!!” [Hook] Send for my court! Someone’s getting fired! This champagne’s a degree too warm… And frankly…I’m just SO tired! Send for my court! I’m looking like a mess! Where is the fur? UGH! Who fucked up my dress! One you commoners…had BETTER confess! Or else… IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! IT’S! OFF! WITH! YOUR! HEADS! [Outro] “Now…someone come massage my feet…and Frederick…YOU’RE FIRED.”