Lyrics

(Intro – Trumpets blare, a royal fanfare)
"Ahhh-hah-hah! Bow before your King! The juiciest, most succulent ruler of them all!"

(Verse 1 – Strutting Swing Beat, Over-the-Top Delivery)
I am the Buuuurrrger Kiiing! (rolls the R excessively) Rrricher than cheese, sleeker than grease! My buns are golden, my patties divine, My ketchup flows like the rarest of wine! My palace? A sesame-seeeded delight! My throne? A soft, toasty briiioche so right! My people? Why, fries and shakes, oh yes, They butter me up—ha! Quite literally, I confess!

(Chorus – Triumphant, Brassy, and Full of Himself)
Bask in my splendor! Ah-ha-ha! I am delicious, ambitious, nutritious! (wait... no, scratch that!) Bow to your ruler, the tastiest thing, For I am the one, the Grand Burger Kiiing!

(Verse 2 – Slower, More Menacing, Like He’s Gloating to a Captive Audience)
I bathe in mayo, my riches obscene, Truffle oil drizzles where lesser men dream! I sip molten cheese from a platinum grail, My nuggets doff caps as they hear my tale! I dine with the finest condiments! Each fry is cut with elegance! My royal cloak? Why, a slice of Swiss! And every bite I take? Mwah! Pure bliss!

(Chorus – Even MORE obnoxious, with extra rolling R’s)
Bask in my splendor! Rrrrrroll out the feast! I am delicious, ambitious, oh-so-seditious! Bow to your ruler, the tastiest thing, For I am the one, the Grand Burger Kiiing!

(Bridge – Dramatic Orchestral Build, Evil Villain Monologue)
"Ohhh, my dear subjects, I know what you’re thinking..." "‘But Siiire, we are sooo hungry!’ "Well, TOO BAD! I am too GLORIOUS to be eaten! Too MAGNIFICENT to be mere food! You should be honored to simply bask in my presence—" (Suddenly, stomachs rumble... the crowd turns... the music shifts to a dark, jazzy, sneaky riff...)

(Verse 3 – Frantic, Panicked, He’s Losing Control!)
Wait—what is this? Why do you glare? You wouldn't dare—NOT THE BUN, NOT MY HAIR! You traitors! You fiends! I rule this land! Gaaaaah! They have me... in their hands! They tear me apart—nooo, my cheese! My lettuce unravels—spare me, pleeease! My own loyal fries betray me now, As I meet my fate with a ketchup-y bow!

(Final Chorus – Fading, Dying, His Last Words)
Gasp at my splendor... (sob, cough) I was delicious, ambitious, now... fictitious... Once I was ruler, the tastiest thing, Now I am gone... but long live the king... (Splat! A single pickle drops as the last note rings out... silence... then a burp in the distance.)