Like a black cat whining in the alley, like a pet locked up in a cage, I see you stripped right down to your toe nail, feel the rush flowin' rabid in my veins ...
“I'm loud, crude and really rude. People say I've got an attitude. So I'll make it plain, better know my name. Comin' at you like a hurricane. I'm the King of Cool. It's a dirty job that I gotta do. I'm the King of Cool. I'm living proof that it's the truth. I'm the King.”