Wolfgang Press, The – King Of Soul

If you don’t listen up, you’re asking to be told

If you had a walk like mine, you’d crown it the king of soul

Maybe I don’t want it

You take anybody

I cant afford it

Shake hardening like a fire

Too many body swerves and loose control

I wonder am I right or I’m getting old?

My eyes have seen the glory but my bodies on hold

I hope I get to heaven before the devil knows I’m cold Mr. Jack

The hungry feed my only hole

‘Cause if you had a head like mine you’d crown it the king of soul

Shake my bible

Walk on my hands

Rub out making your first mistake I’ve been told

Maybe I won’t like it

If you won’t listen up, you’re asking to be told

If you had a head like mine you’d crown it the king of soul

Too many body swerves and find control

I wonder am right or I’m getting old [?]

‘Til my eyes have seen the glory but my bodies still on hold

I hope I get to heaven before the devil knows I’m cold Mr. Jack

The hungry feed my only hole

‘Cause if you had a head like mine you’d crown it the king of soul…