The Elms - The Downtown King lyrics

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!