Only eighteen almost grown

Tryin' his luck away from home

The guitar in his hand won't leave his side

The way he plays he should go far

One day he'll be a record star

And people come from far to watch him play.



He comes along just in time turns evrything in gold

He writes a song a million copies sold

He plays his music loud 'n' clear destroying like a flame

A newborn king is on his way to fame.



He makes you

dance and he makes you sing

Come on let's go for the guitar king

His music is like honey for the bee

He makes you dance and he makes you sing

Come on let's go for the guitar king

He makes you dance and sing

he's the guitar king.



On the stage he's dynamite drivin' people wild each night.

He lets it rock like no one did before

Ev'ry week he's on t.v. and shows you what you want to see

He shakes his until the lights go out.



He comes along just in time

. . .



He makes you dance and he makes you sing . . .