This is a message to listener ‘A’



The dark-haired guy
He lights a fresh cigarette
Light it from the butt of another
He’s got a pack and it’s still in his hand
He didn’t say anything
He just drew on his cigarette
He blew the smoke out slowly
He was like an artist with that cigarette

He said “long live the king”
‘cause the king is dead”
He said he’s got a song that’s
Four words too long
‘Four words too long’ is the four words
Long live the king cause the king is dead



Spring-loaded frontage and dried up pork
Stale bread and old butter
The coffee was lukewarm
The old union man cleared his tray
Cause he was hungry
He looked like an artist with his cigarette
He’d have a word for me when he saw me again
Have it tattooed on his arm
He said “long live the king”
‘cause the king is dead”
He said he’s got a song that’s
Four words too long
‘Four words too long’ is the four words
Long live the king cause the king is dead
He drew another cigarette on his coffee now