Who's The King?. You're like the King of Rock & Roll. Filled with a soul and all fucked up on Demerol. Like the King. you're only headed for the ground.
Who is the one that don't need a gun. Livin' with the scum in the city slums. Mixin' with the players, bushers and bums. Keepin' it groovy with everyone.
Ear to the ground keep one eye on the clock. The crew that's rising up this time. ain't the N.K.O.T.B.. Don't wanna take a number not gonna. stand in line.