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