Petey's King Of France

I was born to cheat and lie
I'm a mean, rotten guy
When you ask me why I'm nasty
Here's my reason why

At that stork delivery
Mommy screamed
Woe is me, such a dork
Hey, Mister Stork, behold my misery

Petey's ghastly, Petey's a blob
Petey's a nasty, naughty slob
Can it, sister, I'm the mister who will get the job

So I'm nasty, I'm no good
I'll be king, knock on wood
I'll impress ya, though I'm just a common lowly hood, ha!

If you can't be loved, be feared
Don't get shoved, sheep get sheered
Be the king, pull the string, or else, you might get speared

I'm so happy, I could dance, seize my chance, I'll advance
Come and cheer me, love me, fear me
Petey's King of France!

Come and cheer me, love me, fear me
Petey's King of France!
Why'd the music stop?