King of the Load

Pony for sale or rent
One leg's gone
And his tail is bent.
Can't take him out of the state
Too fat and got a rotten gait.

No shoes, saddle, bridle or bit
He can't stand but he sure can sit.
He's a horse, of course, but no prize
He ain't got no eyes.

Knows every clover patch on ev'ry hill
Won't leave until he's eaten his fill.
He's a good candidate for the glue factory.
Please, Mister, won't you buy him from me?

I sing... Pony for sale or rent
One leg's gone
And his tail is bent.
Can't take him out of the state
Too fat and got a rotten gait,
He's King of the Load....He's King of the Load... He's King of the Load.