He sits and he smiiiiles and he's sippin on gin
he's flippin the pieces again and again
King of Pogville caresses his chin
on the throne in his home
in the high school gym

Cardboard money
the women adore
the words of his mouth
as they fall to the floor
they reach for the coattails
they bow to his cat
his orange advisor
in a silk tophat.

They whisper and giggle
they laugh and they plot
the whole world around
never sees what they've got...
the masses believing their cardboard money
the rose colored glasses
are drippin with honey
he's stickin all over their lips and their eyes
their thoughts and fingers
and sticky sweet cries

he's countin his winnings
again and again
the Prince of the pieces
he sits in his den
he strokes his advisor
his mouth forms a grin
he drifts off to sleep
in the Pogville gym.