Isn't that funny, I just saw Disney's Robin Hood with my sister, so I thought I'd make this, seeing he's a Jon and all. It could've been more lyrics, but I'm writing this at 9:30 so, I'm half asleep. R/R Blady, Bla. It bashes Jon, but I like Jon..so, you know..Here you go!
Sung to Disney's Animated Movie, "Robin Hood," tune, "The Phony Kind of England."
Oh the world will sing of an Tortall King
A thousand years from now
And not because he was Tortllan bad luck
Or had jet-black eyebrows
While bonny good King Roald "lives"
The afterlife he's on
We'll all have to slave away
For that good-for-nothin' Jon
He's just like his cousin Rog
Who even let him have this job?
They'll call him the phony king of Toratall
A sweating sickness on the phony king of Tortall!
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 his dead Mum while he's suckin' his thumb
You see, he only wants to "play"
Too late to be known as Jon the Third
He's sure to be known as Jon the Terd
A sweating sickness on that phony king of Tortall!
While he taxes us to pieces
And he robs us of our bread
King Roald's crown keeps slippin' down
Around that empty head
Ah! But while there is a merry rogue
in George's wily pack
We'll find a way to make him pay
And steal our Alanna back
The minute before he knows we're there
Ol' George'll snatch his underwear
The breezy and uneasy king of Tortall
The snivellin' grovellin'
Measly weasely
Blabberin' jabberin'
Gibberin' jabberin'
Blunderin' plunderin'
Wheelin' dealin'
Prince Jon, that phony king of Tortall
Yeah!
There ya go! It's done, over, now ski-daddle!
Sung to Disney's Animated Movie, "Robin Hood," tune, "The Phony Kind of England."
Oh the world will sing of an Tortall King
A thousand years from now
And not because he was Tortllan bad luck
Or had jet-black eyebrows
While bonny good King Roald "lives"
The afterlife he's on
We'll all have to slave away
For that good-for-nothin' Jon
He's just like his cousin Rog
Who even let him have this job?
They'll call him the phony king of Toratall
A sweating sickness on the phony king of Tortall!
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 his dead Mum while he's suckin' his thumb
You see, he only wants to "play"
Too late to be known as Jon the Third
He's sure to be known as Jon the Terd
A sweating sickness on that phony king of Tortall!
While he taxes us to pieces
And he robs us of our bread
King Roald's crown keeps slippin' down
Around that empty head
Ah! But while there is a merry rogue
in George's wily pack
We'll find a way to make him pay
And steal our Alanna back
The minute before he knows we're there
Ol' George'll snatch his underwear
The breezy and uneasy king of Tortall
The snivellin' grovellin'
Measly weasely
Blabberin' jabberin'
Gibberin' jabberin'
Blunderin' plunderin'
Wheelin' dealin'
Prince Jon, that phony king of Tortall
Yeah!
There ya go! It's done, over, now ski-daddle!