(Intro) “Even salt could kill him.” “No pepper, no garlic, no fun.” “But guess who brought the mustard~?” (Yeah yeah, let’s get spicy!) (Verse 1) He’s the king of yarn and air, Rules from his bubble chair, (uh-huh) Velvet walls and no sharp things, Even corners make him scared! (Oh no) Every meal’s a lullaby, No flavor, no surprise, His royal suit’s a germ-free cage, He sneezes? Everyone dies! (ACHOO!) (Pre-Chorus) We snuck in the kitchen, hush— Chef’s whisper: “No salt, too much!” But one drop of that golden sauce, And the kingdom’s out of luck~ (Whoops!) (Chorus) Mustard King, spicy goodbye! Too weak to live, too proud to cry! Just one bite, oh my, oh my, Now he’s flying high through the sterile sky~ Weakest man alive, no lie, Even salt could make him die! We brought flavor, can’t deny— R.I.P. Mustard King, bye bye bye! (Post-Chorus – dance chant) Ha! (Woo~) No salt, no soul! Ha! (Woo~) Just bland control! Ha! (Woo~) One tiny taste— Now the king’s erased! (POOF!) (Verse 2) Yo, we dressed up like a circus, Fox suit, feathers—so absurd, yes! Dragon girl beside me said, “Let’s make his soup a little nervous!” (Ha!) We stirred the pot, we played it slick, Chef’s jaw dropped, that trick was quick, He took a sip, his eyes went wide— Who knew flavor’s homicide?! (Pre-Chorus) He ruled a world so soft and fake, Afraid of heat, afraid to break, But life ain’t meant for fear and shame— So we spiced up his royal game! (Chorus) Mustard King, spicy goodbye! Too weak to live, too proud to cry! One hot bite, oh my, oh my, Boom! There goes the blandest guy! Weakest man alive, can’t lie, His chef’s just asking “why, why, why?” We brought flavor, can’t deny— R.I.P. Mustard King, bye bye bye! (Bridge) He lived in bubble halls and yarn, Afraid of spice, of taste, of charm… But mustard don’t care ‘bout your crown, boy! A tang so fierce, you can’t survive— You gotta live, not just stay alive~ (Final Chorus) Mustard King, spicy goodbye! Too weak to live, too proud to cry! Your reign of bland has passed on by, Flavor’s here—let’s amplify! Weakest man alive, oh my, Salt and spice your alibi! We brought laughter, can’t deny— R.I.P. Mustard King… bye bye bye! (Outro) “Guess he couldn’t ketchup…” “Too much sauce.” “Long live the spice.”
