King of the Bayou

Cory is the one - she'll never ever die young She'll be quite candid And say we were drunks who made her come Running with Revolt and Plutonium In the canyons of Uranium Rolling off roulette on a Rampart Street Here come the King of the Bayou When should a beat get the blues? If its a subway poker game you lose If the Zulu king is on Main Lets beat the parades and the crowds from the game Rushing through the rush hour on an all-nighter Never seen you look so you The world really looks from the donut store Such a funny color in the sun And in his style he's number one Said the monkey of the three wise bums Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent But he's seen what jammings been done And they're selling tickets to the stadium And the doors to the ceilings or our craniums I was glad we were changing on the gradient They were sweeping up with searchlights made of Radium Everglade funk in a club town For once the traffics been conquered by the streets Listening close to the water pools You can hear the hiss and the leaks And the rattling cans of the shuffling bands Down the avenues of spare change Forty blocks north in your memories In the Indonesian fog and the rain Cory is the one - she'll never die young When should a beat get the blues? If its a subway poker game you lose Rolling off a roulette on a Rampart Street Here comes the King of the Bayou --- King of the Bayou - Joe Strummer