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
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 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)