if abscense sows a hungry heart
are you famished without your king?
it seem you lot
forgot the brand of cruelty that i bring

i remind you faithful subjects
i know it’s been a while
lest you fancy your death
by my jaws or my breath
don’t smile at this krocodile

in individuals insanity is rare
but in krews, kutthoats, kountriеs, and kremispheres
it is thе rool

there once was a kremling dynasty
the land was lush and we rooled the sea
we lived our lives so peacefully
as a harmonious krew

a quite place

no monkey buisness

his konquest and vengeance cause this

our dental was better too

now i can barely chew

yes well
our paradise didn’t last too long
as our boat was rocked and our kingdom wronged
but a mule+ish ape by the name of kong
thus sealed our family feud

from this loss and devastation
i will bring us to salvation
worship me like once before
and all shall be restored

if we, tip the scale
i’ll send them all to jungle jail
must tip the scale
lets make that cretin writhe and flail
we’ll tip the scale
reclaim our land, our holy grail
we shall not fail
we’ll end this monkey’s tale
we’ll tip the scale
lets tip the scale

while it’s true i won’t deny it
that they’ve hit and run my bell
my many hats and all this lunacy
i know i’ve made this hell

these failures running through my mind
like monkeys jumping in my head
my finest hour, cast aside
and rendered positively dead

and still, i fought it like a hero
despite the tragedy and travesty
and now i’ve returned with might and glory
as your majesty

and what disgraceful prattle
while was off secluded
words of mutiny, ha
i’d have you executed

now i know what you’re all thinking
and i know you must be down
but i’m here to save the day
and turn this ship around

we’re going to pick up the slackety
make a crackety rackety
gonna turn these monkeys into pulp
into banana daiquiris

don’t beg, just kneel
and your loyalty is sealed
pledge for the fight
we’ll show our kremling might
with me, your sail and keel

now tip the scale
we’ll fly, the wind is in our sails
fight tooth and nail
invoke the strife that it entails

he’ll try and fail
that kong has run his final tale
we shall not fail
with rool, we shall prevail
we’ll tip the scale
we’ll tip the scale

we are kremlings, hear our cry
hoist the crossbones to the sky
we are kremlings and proudly we stand
on the coastlines of our land

i am kremling, i am king
we’ll reclaim what’s to be had
take on asunder as we cry “blood and thunder”
my command is iron+clad

bare thee witness, to our redemption
and the fall of apeish fools
we shall take back what if rightfully ours
a land that’s meant for rool