Erik Hårdstedt - Last king of Burma Lyrics

The last King of Burma was placed in a box
And sent out in space with just four pairs of socks
The first for hit virtues the second for his sins
The third for his poems that used to begin
With imperial cliches and factual flaws
And the fourth for relabeling physical laws
The last king was sent to the end of the line
As part of the payload on the new falcon nine
His instructions were few and easy to grasp
To keep the king busy with the one single task
Of counting all the falling stars he could see
And report each anomaly to his pet bumble bee
His grandson was mortal in theory at least
With an ego pervading from west to the east
Greased by the promise of unrivalled might
He escorted the monarch through the star trodden night
The launch pad was blessed by the senior monks
While the juniors danced round the handcrafted trunk
The last king of Burma went orbiting Mars
The box that he lived in reflected the stars
You'll see his descendents still anxiously wait
For a sign that their father has fulfilled his fate
A pioneer outcast once obsolete
Now surfing the frontiers of human belief