As the sun sets on sunset
It reflects against a can wet with condensation
His baby left, she's going back to school again
And learning 50 ways to kill the conversation
'Cause if you can't be good (if you can't be good)
If you can't be good (if you can't be good)
If you can't be good, you drink in the name of art
And as the sun sets on sunset again
The stars come out, so it don't get dark
On the king of Echo Park
The king of Echo Park
Now, she's playing pool at the Little Joy
Just a little drunk, she sees her little boy
And as they smoked outside, she wondered how long she'd have to wait
'Til it wouldn't be too soon to take him back to her place
'Cause if you can't go home (if you can't go home)
If you can't go home (if you can't go home)
With the one you love, you go home with someone
And it's never too soon, and it's never too late
'Cause when you're royalty, babe, you never have to work
And he's the king of Echo Park
The king of Echo Park
And now, he's walking home in the very same clothes
As the night before, except you'd never know
And all the girls he's bagged, they just can't stay mad
They just wave their hands at no ordinary jerk
But who's afraid of a little cliché?
As he sipped ice tea in the palm tree shade
And as he looked around, everything was right
But as he closed his eyes, he dreamt he was in New York
The king of Echo Park
The king of Echo Park
