Deep in the past there lived a man whose story must be told
   Of royal descent but not of the royal line, oh oh
  
   No history book relates this night of indiscretion
   Into the world he's brought, never to be presented at court
   In his mind a king though his mother wasn't wearing a ring
   She keeps on saying:
  
   [Chorus I:]
   "What they gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
   You know he's my son, and the thought of it cuts like a knife
   To think he'll ever sit upon the throne
   A prince without a home
   What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth
   The least that we could do is to provide for his life
   No job could have a stranger pedigree
   He means so much to me!"
  
   As Richard grew, he won the hearts of all the people
   His father reigned, and while the servants poured, wo-oh
  
   The lady waits and watches with anticipation
   Ways of the world he's taught
   The eyes of the queen he has caught
   Midnight matinees soon become the order of play
   She keeps on saying:
  
   [Chorus II:]
   "What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
   You know he's my son and the daughter, the queen, is his wife
   Becomes the answer to my fantasy
   He means the world to me"
  
   "What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth?
   It seems a night of love, in the end turned out right
   One day I know he'll sit upon the throne
   A prince no more alone"
  
   This classic tale of woe
   Should tell you all you want to know
   A page from our history
   It's meant so much to me, to me
  
   [Chorus I]
  
   [Chorus II]
  
   [Repeat to fade]