the king of broadway Lyrics by Nightly
Sweeping the cans out of stadium stands
Just to put a couple dollars in the tank
His friends think he lost it
For getting out of Boston
He’s buying time tryna catch a break
But something’s calling
Keeps him haunted
Won’t let him sleep at night
‘Cause baby dreams don’t die
When the lights go up on Broadway
Oh honey you’ll be a star
From a dead-end bar on a Friday
You and that six string guitar
In the mirrorball glow
And the cigarette smoke
You’ll be putting on a show
Like everyone knows your name
A drunk bystander threw a dollar in the tip jar
And said play something rodeo clown
But he didn’t miss a beat
Gave them all a show to see
Said one day I’ll be king of this town
But something’s calling
Keeps him haunted
Won’t let him sleep at night
‘Cause baby dreams don’t die
When the lights go up on Broadway
Oh honey you’ll be a star
From a dead-end bar on a Friday
You and that six string guitar
In the mirrorball glow
And the cigarette smoke
You’ll be putting on a show
Like everyone knows your name
When the lights go up on Broadway
Oh honey you’ll be a star
From a dead-end bar on a Friday
You and that six string guitar
In the mirrorball glow
And the cigarette smoke
You’ll be putting on a show
Like everyone
Everyone
Everyone knows your name
