Oedipus

Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Long live the king, long live the king
And to see me made her awful sad
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Long live the king
And to touch me made her awful sad
I'm the king's thirty second son
And to see me made her awful sad
And I stood on my toes to catch a glimpse

Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
Sometimes I'd stand by the royal wall

People screaming love and hate
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
I'm the king's thirty second son
Gonna make it count gonna oh oh
Thirty-two's still counts, gonna make it count
And to touch me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful sad

Long live the king
Thirty-two, thirty-two, thirty-two
And all it took was thirty seconds time
When I woke up staring at the world

There's thirty-one others I can be
Long live the king, long live the
She liked to keep her body clean, clean
Long live the king
Born to him the night still young

And they scream and they scream
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
And to see me made her awful
Then one morning I woke up
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful
Thirty-two, thirty-two, thirty-two, thirty-two
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number

Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number

Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
But a spoiled little prince I was not
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus

Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
But she retired to her chamber
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
And to see me made her awful
My mom had been around the graves of queens
And she retired to her chamber
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Long live the king, long live the king
Gonna make it count, gonna oh oh
There's thirty-one others after that
And we remain quite strangers
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
Thirty-two's still counts, gonna make it count
But not at all a sex machine
Long live the king, long live the king

And one morning I woke up
There's thirty-one others just like me

And to see me made her awful
Thirty-two still counts, gonna make it count
There's thirty-one others on the way
And that's all I was wearing
Gonna make it count, gonna oh oh
Thought the world to be quite obscene

And to see me made her awful sad
And one morning I woke up
Long live the king, long live the queen

And we remain quite strangers

Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
And they scream and they scream
And to touch me made her awful
And there's thirty-one others just like me
Then one morning I woke up