(They call me the King of Cool – Now listen up, fool…) I’m a bad boy by my birth right I look good, on ten tonight Got a chip on my shoulder as big as my head I got your girl, she’s in my bed I’m loud, crude and really rude People say I got an attitude So I’ll make it plain – better know my name Comin’ at you like a hurricane Chorus: I’m the King of Cool It’s dirty job that I gotta do I’m the King of Cool I’m lining proof that it’s the truth I’m the King All my friends know I’m the best Cuz I’m wild, and proud, and living fast I got fine ladies at my place I’m so bad, I’m in your face Had all the girls livin’ on my block I gave ‘em all a piece of the rock Second to none, I’m havin’ fun And you can call me number one Chorus Chorus I passed the test, I’m the best Don’t mess around, I own this town C’mon, sing it And everybody knows it That’s me