The Rascal King

Well he was fueled by a lack

Drew inspiration from a need

So many problems to crack

And mouths to feed

Crooked was the path

And brazen was the walk

A cocky swagger, up the ladder

And could he ever talk

The last hurrah?

Nah! I'd do it again

The Rascal King behind the bars

Or the one in front of them

The love of God

And constant contradictions

With just a smile, wink or nod

What's stranger fact or fiction?

And never ceasing to amaze

On a regular basis

First hand into his pocket

Or first fist into the faces

The last hurrah?

Nah! I'd do it again

The Rascal King behind the bars

Or the one in front of them

A legendary character

When?

Only then Where?

Only there

A hero or a hooligan?

Well, that part's never clear

Pride or shame, it's all the same

Who's innocent or who's to blame?

Politics or just a game?

Well in the end they knew his name

The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again

The Rascal King behind the bars

Or the one in front of them