Queen in Her Jeans

President rides on a big black motorbike
All his aides on the plane sipping glasses of champagne
And it seems to be fair with a wind in his hair
And it's all he can do to turn lies into truth

Kings in the wings painting all the scenery
And the cheap seats are the best
And the rich well they're badly dressed
With their clothes full of holes
All the world is switching roles
With the priests in their cloisters
Eating caviar and oysters

When the queen's in her jeans
Shopping for the groceries
And the prince hardly frowns
As the beggar wears his crown
Makes you wonder in this dream
If these opposites of things could ever be

Dances out of time
In a stumbling chorus line
And the police steal the jewels
As the thieves goes by the rules
And the fireman lights a match
He's a pyromaniac
Then the ambulance is late
And when it comes it won't wait

So if the sun didn't burn and the butter wouldn't churn
And if the birds they couldn't fly and the children didn't cry
So then where would we be in a life of certainty
When you take what is truth, it's only up to me and you

And the queen's in her jeans
Shopping for the groceries
And the prince hardly frowns
As the beggar wears his crown
Makes you wonder in this dream
If these opposites of things could ever be