(Verse 1) In the corner of the woods, where the shadows creep, A witch stirs her potion, brewing chaos deep. Monkeys and mules, putting on a show, Squawking, squabbling, stealing the glow! (Pre-Chorus) They prance and they dance, oh, how they scream, Pretending they’re part of some grand scheme. But it’s all for the boss, the ostrich-donkey king, Who doesn’t give a hoot about a single thing! (Chorus) Master of the mess, with his head in the ground, Doesn’t hear the noise, doesn’t turn around. He’s saving his hide, his precious rear, While the rest of the world disappears! (Verse 2) The witch is boiling trouble, oh, what a sight, While the mules and monkeys perform all night. Clapping, squawking, they’re trying their best, But the boss just buries his head like the rest. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, they rant and they rave, they put on a show, Hoping for a nod or a donkey’s “bravo!” But he’s snug in his sand, like a royal decree, “Protect my own butt—that’s priority!” (Chorus) Master of the mess, with his head in the sand, Let the chaos run wild, it’s all unplanned. Pretend to be grand, pretend to be wise, But everyone knows it’s just disguise! (Bridge) The witch keeps stirring, the monkeys scream, The mules are kicking up some fevered dreams. But in the end, it’s all a farce, The boss just hides to save his… ahem, class! (Final Chorus) Master of the mess, oh, the circus is grand, But he’s got his priorities buried in the sand. Let the noise keep rising, let the chaos grow, The king of nothing runs the show! (Outro) Yes, the king of nothing runs the show! Oh, the king of nothing runs the show!
