Hank The Knife & The Jets Guitar King
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 . . .