[Intro: Tico Torres]
One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
Heavy is the head that wears the crown

[Spoken]
Wait a minute, wait a minute, stop
I was, uh, truthfully, I was just gettin' choked up thinkin' about this other night back home
And we were at the fundraiser for the foundation and these guys that—
They were the volunteers that work in the kitchen and they got to be there, in this amazing room and
Celebrate this little foundation that I started, and-and
It wasn't about me, it was about them
And I was thinkin' about this guy
His suit was three ti— si-sizes too big and his pants were too long
He was smilin' from ear to ear
So, for that guy, one more time
It's called "All Hail the King"

[Verse 1]
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
All the people came to hear him speak from miles around
They hung on every word, a song in every sound
But heavy is the head that wears the crown
Uh-huh
[Verse 2]
He touched the sky to light up all the stars
He could snap his fingers and catch lightning in a jar
I am you, you are me, we are who we are
Touch the sky and light up all the stars
Uh-huh

[Chorus]
(All hail the) King whose castle's falling down
(The paper) Prince who wears a cardboard crown
Poor man has his money, a rich man has his gold
(All hail) Hail the king whose fortune is his
Soul, soul
Soul

[Verse 3]
He climbed the clouds, took Heaven's highest hill
Get that high, the Earth below looks just like a blue pill
Gave wind to all his horses, to all his men, good will
When he climbed down from Heaven's highest hill
Uh-huh

[Chorus]
(All hail the king) Whose castle's fallin' down
The paper prince who wears a cardboard crown
Poor man got his money, rich man has his gold
All hail the king whose fortune is his
Soul, soul
Soul
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 4]
He breathed his last, they laid him in the ground
False prophets spoke of riches, they said, "All hail to us, now"
The faithful wouldn't listen, they never would bow down
He laid his head, laid there in the ground

[Chorus]
All hail the king whose castle's fallin' down
The paper prince, wears a cardboard crown
Poor man has his money, a rich man has his gold
(All) Hail the king whose fortune is his
Soul, soul
Soul, soul
Soul, soul
Soul