I had a dad
He was a knight
When I grew up
I would also be a knight
I had a little brother
I called him little wart
‘Cause I was tall
When he was short

But then he grew
As big as me
And as he grew
It was obvious to see
That he was cool
And I was not
He was headed for greatness
I wasn’t headed for greatness

Everything comes easily to Arthur
Everything he does is just so rad
Everything comes easily to Arthur
And everything I do is dumb and bad

When he gets mad
It's appropriate
If he does wrong
He just owns it
When he gets angry now
It's always for a good reason

If I was kind
He was a saint
If I was smart
He had the biggest brain
If I rode fast
He rode faster
If I was good at chess, well
He was a Russian grandmaster

I was the heir
He was a page, but
His teacher was
A literal mage and
A lady in a lake just
Handed him a sword
I thought he was my brother
He's not really my brother

Everything comes easily to Arthur
The angels write his name across the sky
Everything comes easily to Arthur
And you can’t even hate him ‘cause he’s such a nicer guy

When he gets mad
It's appropriate
If he does wrong
He just owns it
When he gets angry now
It's always for a good reason

And if I take it out
On others who remind me of him
It’s only because I
Always wanted to be the kind of big brother
Who’s bigger and better
And smarter and had power over him

And when I became a knight
Arthur was my squire
My skill level was high
But his was higher
And on the big day
I forgot my sword
I sent him off
To find my sword
And when he came back suddenly
He was the king of the Britons!

Everything comes easily to Arthur
Everything he does is just so rad
Everything comes easily to Arthur
And everything I do is dumb and bad

Everything comes easily to
Everything comes easily to
Everything comes easily to Arthur!

But not to me.