My name is King Big Head, I was born in 1847,
and I still look good. I will put poems on for you
to look at, I know you will never be as good at poetry
as me but it does not mean you can't have pipe dreams.
Keep the dream alive. Then when it all goes wrong and
you don't make it, at least you can say you gave it a go.
And failed, ha ha.
So enjoy reading mine, the
best poems in the world.
I know you will all come to love your new king.
Bobby dear bobby you
Know I'm your King
you know you love me
so why fight the thing
...
When I lie down at night
and close my eyes
shadows of my life
pass before me
...
I'm the king of the world
I'm the king that rules
I'm the king of the blues
...