King electric

King Electric motor on
the King is dead, the King is gone
The King is in us
Let his song play on !

I was cutting a dash down Bleecker Street
the sewers were steaming underneath my feet
I looked down MacDougall 'bout half a block
said to myself that's where you come from
I got a vision right there and then in my mind's eye
you in your finery strolling by
hands on your hip and your guitar case,
sound of the future blowing in your face

King Electric motor on
the King is dead, the King is gone
The King is in us
Let his song play on !

I stepped down the stairs, ventured through the door
sound nearly blew me clean to Singapore
Black man child waltzing 'cross the stage
squeezing guitar, singing "Purple Haze"

King Electric motor on
the King is dead, the King is gone
The King is in us
Let his song play on !
Play on !

I remember back home many moons ago
I had a front room band, you should have heard us blow
We was rough as a dog, loud as sin
with a lead guitar player name of Davy Flynn
He could play with his teeth, upside of his head
he could make that thing ring like a-raising the dead
You were his idol, you were his man
I didn't get it them Davy, now I understand

King Electric motor on
the King is dead, the King is gone
The King is in us
Let his song play on !

'Cause you were just too early, I was just too late
You were just too fine, you were just too great
You were just too real, you were just too true
This world wasn't beautiful enough for you