Lyrics Wild for the King - H.C. McEntire

Some kind of messiah
Kneeling at the feet
If he asks you to be quiet
If he wants you to be chaste

Wild thing
Are you showing me the change?

Carriages to court her
In rations and degrees
Ante up the portions
Do you divvy up the steam?

Wild thing
Are you showing me the change?

Curled up in the corner
Like a child in fits and dreams
Witness with a warning
And a shiv between your teeth

Wild thing
Are you walking to your king?
Wild, wild, wild thing
Are you walking to your king?