your magazines I'm a king, head of the body, leader of the team I'm a king, remember I can get your block knocked off I'm a king, a Bentley coupe with
a friendly hello I guess I'm just a lucky so and so The birds in every tree All sing so merrily They sing wherever I go I guess I'm just a lucky so
I have Except to hear your name Or someone's laugh that is the same But I've forgotten you just like I should What a guy, what a fool am I To think
, his lows Are second nature to me now Like breathing out, breathing in I'm very glad he's a man and so easy to forget Rather like a habit one can always
Im the king and i be smokin welcome to my town and i be smoking im the thing king and i be smokin welcome to my town and i be smoking if i say we on one
Just at the close of a bright summer day just as the twilight had faded away Soft on the breeze like the cool of a dove someone was singin' an old song
hear my heart beat Gently run your fingers through my hair Touch these ears that's listened to your wishes most of them fullfilled and that's a lot Let
I've been pushed around Made to look a clown But now, now I know It is time for me to start to grow I'm gonna be king I'm gonna see things right I'm
slay me Ripping apart at the mind-why you trying to do me Ripping apart at the mind-why a king couldn't save me when you mentally slay me A simplistic introduction to a
a fraction of a thing, yeah I am not anything Without the King of Kings, oh yeah If I were king I'd be unwise For my brains aren't kingdom size A king
in the midst of His throne I know in my heart this is where I belong CHORUS Where the King and I go walking together Side by side in a heavenly
I'm gonna be a mighty king So enemies beware Well, I've never seen a king of beasts With quite so little hair I'm gonna be the mane event Like no king
and a little cigar Wanna get a keyring with a golden guitar Wanna find a babe that's born under a star Then I'll be a king of Orient-ah Gonna be a king
She stands in the waiting She looks down to speak Your eyes speak invitation To follow with the beat She said, "Oh no, I'll never be the same You struck
hold my head erect And whistle a happy tune So no one will suspect I'm afraid While shivering in my shoes I strike a careless pose And whistle a happy