Letras
I can't swing I can't dance
But I sure look good in a shiny pair of pants
I can't play no guitar riffs
But groupies sure scream when they see me getting stiff
I'm the playback king
The playback king
Put me on the stage and I can do anything
I'm the playback king
The playback king
Gotta go, gotta show, gotta learn to sing
Gotta get my CD to the top of the pile
There's a cute little picture just see me smile
Don't need a mike, just need a comb
And the talk shows are like my second home
I'm the playback king
The playback king
Put me on the stage and I can do anything
I'm the playback king
The playback king
Gotta go, gotta show, gotta learn to sing
My manager's cool, he lets me rule
All I do is act the fool
I open my mouth while my manager sings
But he don't get the girls, that's why I'm the king
I'm the playback king
The playback king
Put me on the stage and I can do anything
I'm the playback king
The playback king
Gotta go, gotta show, gotta learn to sing