LYRICS:

W-w-where to start, which part

We got so many grievances we could fill a cart

Let's start with some facts like tax
They're so heavy that they're going to break our backs

We can't pay, there's no chance

We lost all our money when you lost France (the Norman bit anyway)
 

I'm confused, is this real
I thought I was the king I'm holding his seal
Kneel to the king, I'll see you grovel in the grime

I'll tax what I like I'll even tax this rhyme

 

Barons don't grovel, it's time to get real

Listen to me dawg or you're going to feel some steal

This charters tight, we don't need to fight
Just hit it with your seal and give us our rights

We want a council to represent rich people

We want a free church with a free steeple

We want you to stop stealing our sons

And holding them hostage like you have done

 

There's vital stuff here that you got to give us
There's also some stuff about fishing in the rivers

 

So stop

Read what we plead
Agree the deed in Runnymede

Do what we ask or we're going to make you bleed
 

*Yawn* yeah, I hear what you're saying

If I don't tread gently, my life I will be praying
So tell me what to do, you're the boss

Though we'll have to do this later cos I'm taking up the cross

 

Hang on a minute, you must think we're barmy

While you're talking here you're hiring up an army

So how about this? Let's barter

We'll stay loyal if you agree to Magna Carta
 

Whatever dawg, I'll agree your skanky scroll

I'm tired of this game and it's time for me to roll

I ain't bothered, it don't fill me with sorrow

No-one will even remember this tomorrow

Plus I'm besties with the Pope and he’ll ignore this ting

I do things my way cos I'm John and I'm the king.

 

(Man, this king is phat) (Harsh)