There was a queen in California Who married a prince A working class prince And they had two children Working class prince and princess Who never felt happy ever since For the queen's prince was turned into a frog By the evil spell, living in a glass prison The spell had gotten free for the fog And the daddy prince blamed it all on the prodigal son So he lived with the spell Caused the princess to lose her vision Put it on the li'l prince who was thrown into a cell And said that he was done The li'l prince got out The daddy prince was gone The princess put it on the li'l prince Said she wanted to reach for the gun He said: "No, that won't do" He made her sad She made him crazy Offered her some of his glue, said: "Let's get hazy" The queen said how she felt bad 'Cause he was so lazy "Do some real work or walk away," she said "Or you're gonna turn out just like your dad" He said: "No, that won't do Gonna go and never come back Will you then give me some slack?" Maybe yes, maybe no But he's gonna go And bloom just like a daisy
