Come one, come all
Oh, it's ever so droll
Come to the King's Fair
Leave your belongings and abandon your care
Your existence is futile, so heed our call!
 
The festivities have already begun
The sun has just risen, the day far from done
Leave your worries behind
We'll repay you in kind
Come to the Fair now, run!
 
In the ring squires shout
Wooden swords clash at the bout
The spectators cheer and yell
As the loser takes a fall, you can tell
The audience will throw no roses for this one, only trout
 
In her tent the gypsy your fortune tells
Surrounded by skulls, charms and strange smells
Be careful not to insult her
Be advised, risk not her anger
Or by morning, you'll hear your own deathknell
 
It has been ten years since the King kicked the bucket
And on the lousy old tyrant feasted the maggot
So we must mark the occasion
For one day unite the nation
Come to the King's Fair, it's a riot!