Only eighteen almost grownTryin' his luck away from homeThe guitar in his hand won't leave his sideThe way he plays he should go farOne day he'll be a record starAnd people come from far to watch him play.He comes along just in time turns evrything in goldHe writes a song a million copies soldHe plays his music loud 'n' clear destroying like a flameA newborn king is on his way to fame.He makes youdance and he makes you singCome on let's go for the guitar kingHis music is like honey for the beeHe makes you dance and he makes you singCome on let's go for the guitar kingHe makes you dance and singhe's the guitar king.On the stage he's dynamite drivin' people wild each night.He lets it rock like no one did beforeEv'ry week he's on t.v. and shows you what you want to seeHe shakes his until the lights go out.He comes along just in time. . .He makes you dance and he makes you sing . . .