Six

We're one of a kind, no category Too many years lost in his story We're free to take our crown and glory For five more minutes We're SIX Alright, queens, should we do a little histo-rewrite? Yeah, Aragon, do you wanna go first? I guess I could, for a change, let's go! Clap your hands up there, c'mon Here we go He got down on one knee But I said, "No way" Packed my bags and moved into a n-n-nunnery Joined the gospel choir Our riffs were on fire At the top of the charts is where I'm gonna stay Henry sent me a poem about my green sleeves I changed a couple words, put it on a sick beat The song blew their minds Next minute, I was signed And now I'm writing lyrics for Shakesy-P Since my first son, my family's grown We made a band and got quite well known You could perhaps call us, "The Tudor Von Trapps" I'm just kidding, we're called, "The Royaling Stones" We're one of a kind, no category Too many years lost in his story We're free to take our crown and glory For five more minutes We're SIX (Oh, hang on, ok) ok, I got it, I got this (let's go) What a shame that my face It cost me the crown So I moved to the (Haus of Holbein) in my hometown His friends were super arty But I showed 'em how to party Now on my tour of Prussia, everybody gets down Music man tried it on And I was like, "Bye" So I thought, who needs him? I can give it a try I learned everything Now all I do is sing And I'll do that until I die Heard all about these rockin' chicks Loved every song and each remix So I went out and found them We laid down an album Now, I don't need your love All I need is SIX (aw, that was really-) We're one of a kind, no category Too many years lost in his story We're free to take our crown and glory For five more minutes We're SIX (ooh!) Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we're SIX Whoa-oh-oh-ah, we're SIX Whoa-oh, whoa-oh For four more minutes It's the end of the show, of the histo-remix We switched up the flow and we changed the prefix Everybody knows that we used to be SIX wives But we wanna say before we drop the curtain Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain All that we know is that we used to be SIX wives But now we're one of a kind, no category Too many years lost in his story We're free to take our crown and glory For three more minutes (yeah, get your hands up, let's go) We're one of a kind, no category Too many years lost in his story We're free to take our crown and glory For two more minutes We're SIX Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we're SIX Whoa-oh-oh-ah, we're SIX Whoa-oh, whoa-oh For five, four, three, two One more minute We're SIX