The Soul Singer

He gets away with being rude 'Cause everyone's scared of his quicksilver moods, the soul singer He's been around for 50 years Every crease of his face is a souvenir, the soul singer He's seen it all, made every move Dude's got next to nothin' left to prove Climbed to the top, been through the wringer Ladies and gentlemen, the soul singer Likes to grumble, lovеs to scoff About all of the cats who ripped him off, the soul singer His all time favourite song Is the one about how the world done him wrong, the soul singer They call him curmudgeon, say he's a churl Stories follow him 'round the world Hear this one, man, a humdinger Ladies and gentlemen, the soul singer Experts gather wherever he goes But what's in his mind none of them knows, the soul singer He's done crazy, he's suffered loss For the life that he lives he's paid the cost, the soul singer Some say he's the bomb, the very bee's knees Poet prince of the high trapeze The jazzmatazz, the king swinger Ladies and gentleman, the soul singer Spent the best part of three decades Brooding under a pair of shades Who's that masked man? No second stringer Ladies and gentlemen, the soul singer! Plays his cards close to his chest Protecting himself the way he knows best, the soul singer Deals out only the canniest part Of the sweet golden music that lives in his heart, the soul singer The great recordings still remain From when his genius was uncontained He's in there somewhere, that old gunslinger Ladies and gentleman, the soul singer La-la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la The soul singer La-la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la The soul singer Owww! Hey, hey, hey, hey (Yeah, hey, yeah, hey) Hey, hey, yeah-ah Owww Owww Owww Hey, hey, hey, hey (Yeah, hey, yeah, hey)