- The King: [feeling dreadful; singing] Oh, I'm the King, it don't mean a thing/ My eyes are dim, my ears they close/ I'm on the spot, my liver is shot/ No, I ain't the man I used to was/ All the ladies of the court/ looked upon me as a royal sport/ I no longer can cohort/ Guess I'm through... / My breath is short...
- The Knights: [singing] He's getting thin, he can't drink his gin/ teeth are falling out, his hair's all fuzz/ he's slipping fast, he just can't last...
- The Queen in a Portrait: [singing] No, he ain't the man he used to was.
- The Knights: [singing] No, he ain't he the man used to was.