Sleeping in your backyard

I'm the comeback kid you hired

And I will play for you this rare old jukebox tune

That I knew well

And it goes as follows

And it's all so special

Look what the day brought 'round

Drunkards, vagabonds, and clowns

He gave his all, there's nothing left

King of Sound would get some rest

And now there's room for happiness here

And he laughs beneath his crooked crown

Wears it well on his furrowed brow

And he won't ask for nothing now

That's what the people say

And he laughs beneath his crooked crown

Wears it well on his furrowed brow

And he won't ask for nothing now

Saw the lines upon his face

The journey of his life was traced

And he won't come back to this place

That's what the people say

Saw the lines upon his face

The journey of his life was traced

And he won't come back to this place