Idiot's Delight

The world is turning upside-down, no-one's in the black

The king is on the balcony, the queen is in the sack

He's lying through his golden teeth, she's lying on her back

Beneath the handsome soldier and the family coat of arms

The lady she's affected by the soldier's obvious charms

And the king sweats quite profusely and says we should stay calm

I can see his brand new suit but I can't see the man

He's here to cover up his so-called economic plan

But his voice dwindles to nothing, he strikes up the royal band

It's alright

It's alright