Lyrics of 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!