King Of The Load

Tune: King Of The Road

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

He's the King of the Load...
He's the King of the Load...
He's the King of the Load.