Marie Luisa, Queen of Spain
Is sleeping with Manuel Gooby
The King's Prime Minister
They have a son the king believes is his
Look at the eyes
They stare in flat perspective
Hiding what the servants know
And still the king rewards Gooby
With gold, and land, and trust
It must be seen to be believed
You have to picture it
Aristocratic life
You have to picture it
This kind of world will end
Their kind of world will end
There's Fernando, Prince of scorn
He knows that he's the king's first born
He'll wear the mantle and cloak of state
But how long must he wait?
Look at the eyes
Impatient rage unending
Wandring what the Queen's pretending
Posing, holding young Francisco's hand
Instead of his
And still they want their portrait done
They want to picture it
The King, the Queen, their son
They want to picture it
Look at their world my friend
Look at their world my friend
Get to know the family
The King and Queen of Spain
And the children
All dressed up to rule and reign
For a lifetime
Get to know the royal intentions
Of a kind no one ever mentions
Get to know the life that they've led and picture it
Now see the painter in the background
Gathering up the darkening shadows
Working in commercial style
But all the while he thinks:
When reason sleeps the mind produces monsters
Globins, Furies, Poltergeists
But these are real, they run the country!
How can you explain
That Spain is crying in the night
and you can't picture it?
No more pathetic sight
You could not picture it
And that poor world won't end
The other world won't end
Get to know the family
The King and Queen of Spain
And the children
All dressed up to rule and reign
For a lifetime
Get to know the royal intentions
Of a kind no one ever mentions
Get to know the life that they've led and p