In Prague long ago on a winter's morn
A kingly child named Kyle was born
He rose to the throne in seventy-one
But no one ever knew of the deal he’d done:

He met a man in red who would grant him his reign.
He signed the line in blood, didn’t feel any pain.
But all of Kyle’s powers came with one little rule:
“Never sell out, never stop being cool!”

There never was a reign so worth your while
Like the noble reign of our great KING KYLE!
You never met a king with so much style
Like the kingly king they all call KING KYLE!

Now Kyle was the king for a long, long time.
But then he grew tired of the contract he’d signed.
For Kyle wanted more than the Devil allowed.
He longed to be loved by the rapturous crowds!

He signed with EMI, had a hit on the charts.
He featured on Drake, captured everyone’s hearts.
He scheduled for Coachella, but he never did play,
Cause’ when the Devil found out, there was Hell to pay!

There never was a reign so worth your while,
Like the noble reign of our great KING KYLE!
You never met a king with so much style,
Like the crooked king they all called KING KYLE!

King Kyle rose to have it all.
He missed the devil’s margin call.
King Kyle rose and now he’ll fall.
No more playing “Wonderwall.”
King Kyle sold his soul for glory.
He won’t live to tell his story.
Satan’s comin’ round the bend.
King Kyle’s gonna meet his end.

King Kyle made a deal with Satan.
Now he’s back to take his payment:
Thousand years of burnin’ bacon,
In the good ol’ devil's basement.
King Kyle made a deal with Satan.
Now he’s back to take his payment:
Thousand years of burnin’ bacon,
In the good ol’ devil's basement.

This was not a reign so worth your while,
It was just the bane of sellout KING KYLE!
You never met a king with so much style,
You’ll never meet that king, ‘cause he’s a SELL OUT!