A greyhound racer is a thing to be You risk your money with a bet on me A hare in my face how can I see I'm running so fast I feel like I'm the King of the world, I'm Rex Mundi I'm made to wear a muzzle but I can still speak Talk talk but you still don't see I'm running away 'cause you're cruel to me I race down the lane at breakneck speed I stop for a breather and a peach iced tea But why should I keep running when the problem ain't me? I'm standing my ground and I still feel like the King of the world I'm Rex Mundi I'm here to make a difference hun I can still speak Talk talk 'til you hear my plea I'm making them see you were cruel to me Take all the winnings back to your seat You're sitting up there looking down on me This isn't the end I'm Rex Mundi The king of the world more than you'll ever be