Paroles officielles de la chanson «The Downtown King» : The Elms

Paroles officielles de la chanson "The Downtown King"

He Looks In The Mirror, And Flexes And Shaves,_And His Mind Says He?s Cut, And He?s Tall, And He?s Brave._He Wears Cologne To The Spa, And A Tie To The Store,_And He Laughs Like A Chump, And He Talks Like A Bore.__He Smokes On A Clove And He Site In A Ride_That?s Got Room For Himself And A Girl On The Side._He?ll Polish His Shoes So He Can Look Down And See_The Reflection Of Him -- The Reflection Is Me!__Check Out The Tune That The Boy Brings With Him._He Got The Sound Of The Downtown Rhythm. _Blues In The Back, And He Likes My Singin?._He?s Got The Sound. He?s The Downtown King, Yeah!__(He?s Got The Sound, He?s The Downtown King, Yeah._Blues In The Back. He?s The Downtown King.)__He Plays Drums In The Church House, And Calls In The Law._Then, He Charms Out The Cops With The Swing And The Draw._He Wanna Sit In The Booth. You Can Sit In The Chair._And He?ll Listen And Smile, But He?s Not Really There.__Check Out The Tune That The Boy Brings With Him._He Got The Sound Of The Downtown Rhythm. _Blues In The Back, And He Likes My Singin?._He?s Got The Sound. He?s The Downtown King, Yeah!__(He?s Got The Sound, He?s The Downtown King, Yeah._Blues In The Back. He?s The Downtown King.)__Check Out The Tune That The Boy Brings With Him._He Got The Sound Of The Downtown Rhythm. _Blues In The Back, And He Likes My Singin?._He?s Got The Sound. He?s The Downtown King, Yeah!