Guitar King — текст песни (Hank The Knife and The Jets)

Only eighteen almost grown
Tryin` his luck away from home
The guitar in his hand won`t leave his side
The way he plays he should go far
One day he`ll be a record star
And people come from far to watch him play.

He comes along just in time turns evrything in gold
He writes a song a million copies sold
He plays his music loud `n` clear destroying like a flame
A newborn king is on his way to fame.

He makes you
dance and he makes you sing
Come on let`s go for the guitar king
His music is like honey for the bee
He makes you dance and he makes you sing
Come on let`s go for the guitar king
He makes you dance and sing
he`s the guitar king.

On the stage he`s dynamite drivin` people wild each night.
He lets it rock like no one did before
Ev`ry week he`s on t.v. and shows you what you want to see
He shakes his until the lights go out.

He comes along just in time
. . .

He makes you dance and he makes you sing . . .