Deep in the past there lived a man whose story must be told
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Of royal descent but not of the royal line, oh oh
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No history book relates this night of indiscretion
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Into the world he's brought, never to be presented at court
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In his mind a king though his mother wasn't wearing a ring
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She keeps on saying:
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[Chorus I:]
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"What they gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
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You know he's my son, and the thought of it cuts like a knife
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To think he'll ever sit upon the throne
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A prince without a home
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What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth
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The least that we could do is to provide for his life
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No job could have a stranger pedigree
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He means so much to me!"
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As Richard grew, he won the hearts of all the people
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His father reigned, and while the servants poured, wo-oh
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The lady waits and watches with anticipation
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Ways of the world he's taught
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The eyes of the queen he has caught
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Midnight matinees soon become the order of play
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She keeps on saying:
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[Chorus II:]
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"What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
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You know he's my son and the daughter, the queen, is his wife
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Becomes the answer to my fantasy
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He means the world to me"
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"What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
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It seems a night of love, in the end turned out right
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One day I know he'll sit upon the throne
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A prince no more alone"
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This classic tale of woe
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Should tell you all you want to know
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A page from our history
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It's meant so much to me, to me
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[Chorus I]
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[Chorus II]
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[Repeat to fade]
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Richard IX
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