Stop back and listen to me, man. I said, brother, stop and listen to me, brother. All this happened in a crazy dream I had. Who would have thought that even in a dream I could become king. The king of the blacks. Since I was in my house when the news arrived that the king was very sick, black. And they wanted to choose someone who knew how to dance. A black expert to be the new king. The king of joy, the king of the sun, the king of swing, the king of the blacks. The king died, brother. And I was the chosen one. And the people on the street singing, clapping and cheering for the new king. The king died. Long live the new king, black. God save the king. God save the king. God save the king. Yeah! The king died. Long live the new king. The king died. Long live the new king. The king died. Long live the new king. The king died. Long live the new king. The king died. Long live the new king. Yeah, brother! Oh, man! How I wish this dream would never end, brother. I would be the happiest man. Yeah, brother! Come on up, man! Listen! Run on, man, run on! Good call! Yeah! Come on! Come on! Woo! Oh, ah, ah, ah, ow! Mm, mm, mm! Oh, ah! Woo-hey, oh-hey God save the king! Woo-hey, oh-hey God save the king!