Clay Hood

The Phony King

Clay Hood and Maid Viva were spending time together

Maid Viva: Oh Clay what a beautiful night. I wish it would never end

Vito: Surprise! Long live Clay Hood!

Clara: And long live Maid Viva!

Blossom: Bravo!

Then all of their friends from town were there and they cheered

Lady Poppy: And down with that scurvy Prince Vernon!

Bitty B/Branch: Yeah

Bitty B/Branch: Oh the world will sing of an English king a thousand years from now

And not because he passed some laws

Or had that lofty brow

While bonny good King Peppy

Leads the great crusade he's on

We'll all have to slave away 

For that good-for-nothing Vernon

Incredible as he is inept

Whenever the history books are kept

They'll call him the phony king of England

Vito and Bitty B: A pox on the phony king of England

Bitty B/Branch: He sits alone on a giant throne

Pretending he's the king

A little tyke who's rather like a puppet on a string

And he throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way

And then he calls for mom

While he's sucking his thumb

You see he doesn't want to play

Then everyone started laughing

Bitty B/Branch: Too late to be known as Vernon the First

He's sure to be known as Vernon the Worst

A pox on that phony king of England

Lay that country on me bro

Then John Dory started to play his guitar along with the other musicians

Lady Poppy: Come on Branch

Then the 2 started to dance

Clay Hood and Maid Viva started to dance with each other

Bitty B/Branch: While he taxes us to pieces

And robs us of our bread

King Peppy's crown keeps slipping down

Around that pointed head

Ah, but while there is a merry man

In Clay's wily pack

We'll find a way to make him pay

And steal our money back

A minute before ehe knows we're there

Old Clay will snatch his underwear

The breezy and uneasy king of England

The snivelin', grovelin'

Measly, weaselly

Blabberin', jabberin'

Jibberin', jabberin'

Plunderin', plottin'

Wheelin', dealin'

Prince Vernon that phony king of England