Oh the King is dead and the Prince will never take the throne,
The Drunken Earl lies undiscovered back at home, (Bill Davis!)
And they say the Queen’s dead too,
So what’s a rock and roll empire to do? Ooh-ooh
They sent messengers to every corner of the world,
Helter skelter running tests on likely boys and girls, (Like a lama!)
And the righful heir was found,
But until he’s ready he’ll stay underground. Not a sound.
We’ll be the Regents of Rock,
I know it comes as a shock,
We are the Squad to fill the void.
We are the Regents of rock,
Like Captain Kirk had his Spock,
And we will handle things until the King comes bock!
Oh the mighty rock bureaucracy rolls on and on,
Keeping up with royal dictums of the dead and gone,
But they need a guiding hand,
Or else what’s it mean to say “I’m in The Band” - understand?
Never trust the Thin White Duke
Never trust the Thin White Duke
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023