Little River Band The Rhythm King
The music from the radio, glowing in the dark
Echoed round his head, before it settled in his heart
The words were not important if the melody was right
That radio could burn, burn, burn, all through the night
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
No one elsecan swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
High above Manhattan, in a satin finished room
He searches through an unmade bed,
and finds a perfect fool
He can redesign the present, but he
cannot hidee his fears
The mirror won't disguise the lines,
from all the wasted years
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
No one elsecan swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
So many listen, come to hear the
thunder roar
Now that he's the meantime, they keep
calling out for more
He plays away the feelings, then he
moves to overdrive,
The crowd are his disciples, and he
needs them to survive
- they're keeping him alive
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything - yeah yeah
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything - oh yeah
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
(fade out)
