Текст песни Hank The Knife and The Jets - Guitar King
Hank The Knife and The Jets - Guitar King слова песни
Only eighteen almost grownTryin` his luck away from homeThe guitar in his hand won`t leave his sideThe way he plays he should go farOne day he`ll be a record starAnd people come from far to watch him play.He comes along just in time turns evrything in goldHe writes a song a million copies soldHe plays his music loud `n` clear destroying like a flameA newborn king is on his way to fame.He makes youdance and he makes you singCome on let`s go for the guitar kingHis music is like honey for the beeHe makes you dance and he makes you singCome on let`s go for the guitar kingHe makes you dance and singhe`s the guitar king.On the stage he`s dynamite drivin` people wild each night.He lets it rock like no one did beforeEv`ry week he`s on t.v. and shows you what you want to seeHe shakes his until the lights go out.He comes along just in time. . .He makes you dance and he makes you sing . . .