The king of Egypt is a girl Who sits alone on top of the world And everyday he asks the sun to come down But all the sun can do is laugh He doesn't give out autographs He's just a fire spinning round in someone's hand It's so hard to bow down To take your crown and give it up There's a brighter sun Bright enough for everyone Brighter than the sun There's a light for everyone With all the candles in this room A single match could kill the gloom The queen of seven shining and so sad She is the king of her own lie Mirrors instead of eyes In the darkness spinning round in someone's hand It's so hard to leave the stars Just where they are and give it up So come on down – come back down Take your crown and give it up, give it up...