Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Come on, ladies.Let's shake a leg.Pretty ladies and girlsIn the King Street CafeDressed in a breath of nothingAnd some perfume hazeI'd like to thank GodFor any square he made me mailWell, the king is deadHis crown is for saleDowntownNeon lights and uptown squashLet's make the kingI got a cup full of cokeI ain't a nut of my handsI got a cup full of cokeI ain't a nut of my handsThat's why I cannot cry and I cannot be sadA cup full of coca in and out of my headThat's why I cannot cry and I cannot be sadI got a cup full of coca in and out of my headThat's why I cannot cry and I cannot be sadA cup full of coca in and out of my headThat's why I cannot cry and I cannot be sadA cup