The phony king of England

[crickets chirping]

[woman] Love It seems like only yesterday

You were just a child at play

Now you're all grown up

Inside of me

Oh, how fast those moments flee

Once we watched a lazy world go by

Now the days seem to fly Life is brief

But when it's gone

Love goes on and on

[harmonizing] Love will live

Love will last

Love goes on

And on and on

Once we watched a lazy world go by

Now the days seem to fly Life is brief

But when it's gone

Love goes on and on

Marian: Oh, Robin, what a beautiful night. I wish it would never end.

Friar Tuck: Surprise! Long live Robin Hood!

Father: Hooray! And long live Maid Marian!

Mother: Bravo! Bravo!

(Franklin and friends cheer)

Man: Hear, hear! Bravo! Bravo! Hooray!

Lady Kluck: And down with that scurvy Prince John!

Little John: Yeah. (sings) Oh, the world will sing of an English king

A thousand years from now

And not because he passed some laws

Or had that lofty brow

While bonny good King Richard

Leads the great crusade he's on

We'll all have to slave away

For that good-for-nothin' John Incredible as he is inept

Whenever the history books are kept

They'll call him the phony king of England

All: (sing) A pox on the phony king of England

[Friar Tuck chuckles]

[all boo, laugh]

He sits alone on a giant throne

Pretendin' he's the king

A little tyke who's rather like

A puppet on a string

And he throws an angry tantrum

If he cannot have his way

And then he calls for Mom

While he's suckin' his thumb

You see, he doesn't wanna play

[all laugh while Franklin and friends laugh]

Too late to be known as John the First

He's sure to be known as John the Worst

A pox on that phony king of England

Lay that country on me, babe

Lady Kluck: Come on, Johnny. Go, laddie, go! Oh, oh, ooh!

(Franklin and friends dance)

Little John: (sings) While he taxes us to pieces

And he robs us of our bread King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down around that pointed head

Ah, but while there is a merry man

In Robin's wily pack

We'll find a way to make him pay

And steal our money back

A minute before he knows we're there

Old Rob'll snatch his underwear

[all cheering, laughing]

Little John: The breezy and uneasy king of England

The snivelin', grovelin'

Measly, weaselly

Blabberin', jabberin'

Jibberin', jabberin'

Plunderin', plottin'

Wheelin', dealin'

Prince John that phony king of England

Yeah