Last king of Burma Lyrics

The last King of Burma was placed in a box

And sent out in space with just four pairs of socks

The first for hit virtues the second for his sins

The third for his poems that used to begin

With imperial cliches and factual flaws

And the fourth for relabeling physical laws

The last king was sent to the end of the line

As part of the payload on the new falcon nine

His instructions were few and easy to grasp

To keep the king busy with the one single task

Of counting all the falling stars he could see

And report each anomaly to his pet bumble bee

His grandson was mortal in theory at least

With an ego pervading from west to the east

Greased by the promise of unrivalled might

He escorted the monarch through the star trodden night

The launch pad was blessed by the senior monks

While the juniors danced round the handcrafted trunk

The last king of Burma went orbiting Mars

The box that he lived in reflected the stars

You'll see his descendents still anxiously wait

For a sign that their father has fulfilled his fate

A pioneer outcast once obsolete

Now surfing the frontiers of human belief