The music from
the radio glowing in the dark
echoed round his head
before it settled in his heart
the words would not evolve
if the melody was right
that radio could burn, burn, burn
all through the night
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 else can swing
Like the Rhythm King
Like the Rhythm King
High up on Manhattan,
in a satin finish room
He searches through an unmade bed,
and finds the perfect fool
He can't read his eye in the present,
but he cannot hide his fears
The mirror won't disguise the lies
From all the wasted years
People are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm kick
They won't get so caught
up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
You can take them places
where their hearts have never been
No one else can swing
like the Rhythm King
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 his feelings,
then he moves to overdrive
The crown of his disciples,
and he needs them to survive
They're keeping him alive
I'm gonna rise up to their feet,
when they hear the rest
of the game
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 else can swing
like the Rhythm King
Like the Rhythm King
I said, they're all 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 anything.
We can take them places
where their hearts have never been.
No one else can swing
like the rhythm can.