- Songwriters: Cave Nicholas Edward, Howard Rowland Stuart
King ink strolls into town
He sniffs around
King ink kicks off his stink-boot
Sand and soot and dust and dirt and
He's much bigger than you think
King ink, king ink, king ink
A wake up, a king ink
A get up, a king ink
A wake up, a king ink
A get up, a get up, a get up, a get up, a get up
Up up up up up up up up up up
A bug crawls up the wall
King ink feels like a bug
And he hates his rotten shell
(He says)
Cha cha cha
King ink, a wake up, a king ink
A get up, a king ink
A wake up, a king ink
A get up, a get up, a get up, a get up, a get up
A what's in that room?
A what's in that house?
A what's in that room?
A what's in that house?
Say something, express thyself
Aay something, express yourself
Express, say something loudly ahh
A what's in that room?
A what's in that house?
Sand and soot and dust and dirt
And sand and soot and dust and dirt
And di-di-dirt
King ink feels like a bug
Swimming in a soup-bowl
He says oh yer, oh yer, what a wonderful life
Oh yer, oh yer, what a wonderful life
Oh yer, oh yer, what a wonderful life
Oh yer, oh yer, what a wonderful life
Oh yer, oh yer, fats domino on the radio
Yer, oh yer, what a wonderful life
Oh yer, oh yer, what a wonderful life
Oh yer, oh yer, fats domino on the radio
Yer, oh yer
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