The Downtown King Lyrics
He looks in the mirror, and flexes and shaves
And his mind says he's cut, and he's tall, and he's brave
He wears cologne to the spa, and a tie to the store
And he laughs like a chump, and he talks like a bore
He smokes on a clove and he site in a ride
That's got room for himself and a girl on the side
He'll polish his shoes so he can look down and see
The reflection of him -- The reflection is me!
Check out the tune that the boy brings with him
He got the sound of the downtown rhythm
Blues in the back, and he likes my singin?
He's got the sound. He's the downtown king, yeah!
(He's got the sound, he's the downtown king, yeah
Blues in the back. He's the downtown king.)
He plays drums in the church house, and calls in the law
Then, he charms out the cops with the swing and the draw
He wanna sit in the booth. You can sit in the chair
And he'll listen and smile, but he's not really there
Check out the tune that the boy brings with him
He got the sound of the downtown rhythm
Blues in the back, and he likes my singin'
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He's got the sound. He's the downtown king, yeah!
(He's got the sound, he's the downtown king, yeah
Blues in the back. He's the downtown king.)
Check out the tune that the boy brings with him
He got the sound of the downtown rhythm
Blues in the back, and he likes my singin'
He's got the sound. He's the downtown king, yeah!
