This song is a forest fable — and a sharp mirror on leadership. A monkey performs, a money bag flaunts wealth, and a monk preaches kindness. Yet none are chosen. The lion crowns a silent tiger — she never spoke, never posed, just walked forward with calm dignity. The lion’s judgment is clear: "True kingship isn't in noise, charm, or wealth. It's in the quiet will to walk through storms without fanfare." In the end, power points not to the loudest, but to the one still standing with grace.

[Intro]
獅指王 獅指王 獅指王
誰是王？誰是王？
森林舉行大選場
獅子坐在金寶座
鬃毛搖著像太陽
他伸出一根指頭——
今天要選誰登場？

[Verse 1]
猴子翻了三個圈　說我最會演
唱歌跳舞逗觀眾　森林我最甜
錢袋滾進大樹邊　鈔票滿天飛
它說我能買全國　當王沒人追

和尚盤腿坐中間　低眉像聖仙
他說王者應寬厚　慈悲不爭先
全場屏息望獅子　只看那手指
下一秒　誰會是命運的指示？

[Pre-Chorus]
風吹過來沙沙響　椰子剛好落草上
獅子沒說一句話　只是嘴角輕輕上揚

[Chorus]
獅指王　誰能當？
不是最能吼　不是最會裝
不是誰最富　不是誰最香
獅子說：「王，不在你們三」

[Instrumental Break]
獅指王 獅指王 獅指王
(獅指王 獅指王 獅指王)

[Verse 2]
猴子說：「我努力啊！」
錢袋說：「我有家啊！」
和尚說：「緣分到了吧……」
就在大家要散場
一隻老虎靜靜來　不說話

[Bridge]
沒權杖　沒華服
只穿一道道金色紋路
她沒爭搶　沒招呼
獅子卻露出笑容滿足
伸出手，指向了她
大家都呆住啦……

獅指王 獅指王 獅指王
(獅指王 獅指王 獅指王)

[Final Chorus]
獅指王　就是她
沒說一句話　沒亮過爪牙
走得穩穩的　眼神像晚霞
獅子說：「王，不必最強大
只要最後還願意　靜靜走過沙。」

獅指王　誰能當？
不是最能吼　不是最會裝
不是誰最富　不是誰最香
獅子說：「王，不在你們三」

[Outro]
風吹啊　葉落下
猴子繼續翻樹叉
錢袋唱著賺錢歌
和尚坐著數年華
而老虎　靜靜坐在那塊石頭上
看夕陽　笑開花

獅指王 獅指王 獅指王


English Translation:

[Intro]
Lion Points to the King, Lion Points to the King—
But who is king? Who shall it be?
In the forest’s grand election scene,
The lion sits on a golden throne,
His mane glowing like the sun.
He raises a single clawed finger—
Who will take the stage today?

[Verse 1]
The monkey flips three perfect spins, “I’m the best performer!”
Singing, dancing, charming all — “I’m the forest’s sweetheart!”
A money pouch rolls near the trees, with bills flying through the breeze.
It says, “I can buy the whole nation. Who dares compete with me?”

A monk sits cross-legged in the middle, calm like a sage.
He says, “A true king is kind, gentle, never first to engage.”
All eyes fix on the lion’s paw —
In the next breath, who will fate point toward?

[Pre-Chorus]
Wind rustles gently through the leaves, a coconut lands in the grass.
The lion says nothing at all… just curves his lips in a knowing smile.

[Chorus]
Lion Points to the King — who will it be?
Not the loudest roar, not the best disguise.
Not the richest purse, not the sweetest scent.
The lion declares: “None of you three are king.”

[Instrumental Break]
Lion Points to the King, Lion Points to the King…
(Lion Points to the King, Lion Points to the King…)

[Verse 2]
The monkey pleads, “But I worked so hard!”
The money bag cries, “I built an empire!”
The monk mutters, “Perhaps it’s all fate…”
As the crowd prepares to leave—
A tiger arrives, silent and slow.
Saying nothing.

[Bridge]
No scepter, no robe.
Only golden stripes like flowing code.
No boasting, no show.
Yet the lion smiles as if he knows.
He raises his paw… and points to her.
The whole forest falls into stunned silence.

Lion Points to the King, Lion Points to the King…
(Lion Points to the King, Lion Points to the King…)

[Final Chorus]
The lion points — and she is king.
She never spoke a word, never bared a fang.
She walked with calm, her eyes like twilight’s flame.
The lion says: “A king need not be the strongest.
Only one who dares to quietly cross the desert at the end.”

Lion Points to the King — who shall it be?
Not the loudest roar, not the prettiest mask.
Not the richest purse, not the sweetest scent.
The lion says: “None of you three are king.”

[Outro]
The wind blows — leaves fall.
The monkey flips from tree to tree.
The money bag hums a money tune.
The monk sits counting passing years.
And the tiger —
She quietly sits on a stone,
Watching the sunset.
Smiling like a flower.