Just two years older than me
But to me he was everything
Attitude, I copied his moves
And there was nothing he couldn’t do
Watching the dead end signs
Watching them pass us by
Getting high
Ooh, he was a king
Ooh, he was a king
Motocross, running socks
Half shirt’s never been washed
A goody comb if Tess asks
Like I knew they would, if she could
Now, Doobie in his small hat waits
Waits for the Foghat show
He’s gonna go
If I was a girl, I’d have a crush on him
In his high rise jeans
Ooh, he was a king
Ooh, he was a king
Ooh, he was a king
Ooh, he was a king
He was the king
I wished that I could be like him
I wished that I could be like him
I wished that I could be like him
I wished that I could be like him
I wished that I could be like him
I wished that I could be like him
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