You’re the king of the wide open spaces.
You’re a tie and black shoes with no laces.
You’re an endless dirty fight.
You’re a tail whose dog won’t bite.
You’re on permanently temporary basis.
You’re the king of the wide open spaces.

You’re the duke of imaginary hollow.
Where the senses may senselessly just wallow.
You’re a staple of the range
Where the antelopes are strange.
And the deer is impossible to swallow.
You’re the duke of imaginary hollow.

You’re a slave to the king and duke machine.
And you seem to work so hard it makes you mean.
You’re a quite unpleasant peasant
With an eye trained on the present.
You’re a pauper always dreaming of the queen.
You’re a slave to the king and duke machine.