The Rhythm King - Little River Band

Echoed round his head, before it settled in his heart

The words were not important if the melody was right

That radio could burn, burn, burn, all through the night

The people are gonna rise up to their feet

When they hear the rhythm king

They’re gonna get so caught up in the beat

They’ll forget about everything

He can take them places where their hearts have never been

No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah

Like the rhythm king

High above Manhattan, in a satin finished room

He searches through an unmade bed, and finds a perfect fool

He can redesign the present, but he cannot hide his fears

The mirror won’t disguise the lines, from all the wasted years

The people are gonna rise up to their feet

When they hear the rhythm king

They’re gonna get so caught up in the beat

They’ll forget about everything

He can take them places where their hearts have never been

No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah

Like the rhythm king

So many listen, come to hear the thunder roar

Now that he’s the meantime, they keep calling out for more

He plays away his feelings, then he moves to overdrive

The crowd are his disciples, and he needs them to survive

They’re keeping him alive

The people are gonna rise up to their feet

When they hear the rhythm king

They’re gonna get so caught up in the beat

They’ll forget about everything

He can take them places where their hearts have never been

No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah

Like the rhythm king