Rhythm King

The first time I saw you standing in the stream
Giving off those blue-streak smiles
Looking just like some orchid rhythm queen
Dancing on Roman tiles
I was drunk and as a skunk, I'd been drinking burgundy
And babe, I could hardly stand on my feet
But I still took to my park-bench bed in the dark
This song for the next time that we'd meet
Oh let me be your rhythm king, and I'll play for you on my guitar
I keep on telling you babe, I want you more and more
Come on here and be my star

Splitting from the city to the far west coast line
In your limousine called brown face
We had the tape deck cassettе working way over time
Trying to turn on the wholе human race
I got drunk when that funky kind of look came in your eye
And babe it knocked me clean off my feet
But I felt my fear of the dark getting much less in my heart
When I thought that tonight we would meet, and I said
Oh let me be your rhythm king, and I'll play for you on my guitar
Oh I keep on telling you babe, I want you more and more
Come one here and be my star

But you took me to your country home and I tasted all your inner spice
And I told you on the way back down that old city trail
It was the best weekend of my life, it was the best weekend of my life

Next time I saw you, standing in a west-end street
Telling me the memory still brought you smiles
And in the same breath you said that you'd decided to play the field
Queing up to your room in their miles
Ah, but the streetcars made noises, that covered up the names
Of the games that you decided to score
And I was glad that that city wind swept me by so swiftly
Before I refused and you got bored, and I said
Oh let me be your rhythm king, and I'll play for you on my guitar
I keep on telling you babe that I want you more and more
Come on here and be my star
So let me be your rhythm king