Sleeping in your backyard I'm the comeback kid "You're hired" And I will play for you this rare old jukebox tune That I knew well
I hope it goes as follows And I hope it's all so special
Look what the day brought 'round Drunkards, vagabonds, and clowns
He gave his all, there's nothing left King of Sound, get some rest And now there's room for happiness here
And he laughs beneath his crooked crown Wears of will on his furrowed brow And he won't ask for nothing now
That's what the people say (That's what the people say) That's what the people say (That's what the people say) That's what the people say (That's what the people say) That's what the people say
And he laughs beneath his crooked crown Wears of will on his furrowed brow And he won't ask for nothing now
Saw the lines upon his face The journey of his life was traced And he won't come back to this place
That's what the people say (That's what the people say) That's what the people say (That's what the people say) That's what the people say (That's what the people say) That's what the people say (That's what the people say
Saw the lines upon his face The journey of his life was traced And he won't come back to this place