He's got glass on the dash and a crown to match that shimmers like diamonds in the Sun
A paint job on the side of his custom ride showing how the West was won
The kingdom rises to their feet when he comes down the street rumble in the road below
They salute the man like his biggest fan but in their hearts they know
There's no throne to sit on
No it's all in his mind
It might be a penny
The cost is a dime
So bend your knee
And kiss the Ring
Of the California King
He keeps cans from the trash in a plastic bag on the corner of Wilshire and Vine
Out among the elite trying to beat the heat the only thing he has is time
You don't buy lease or rent in a canvas tent but said he'd carved at a nice little spot
Well the economies rough and the traffic is tough But that real estate markets hot
And they'll say
There's no throne to sit on
No it's all in his mind
It might be a penny
The cost is a dime
So bend your knee
And kiss the ring
Of the California King
There's no throne to sit on
No it's all in his mind
It might be a penny
The cost is a dime
There's no use in running
When it's your time
So bend your knee
And kiss the ring
Of the California King