Guitar King Lyrics - Singles - Hank The Knife & 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 . . .