The bottle is half-empty; I'm laid down on my bed,
And I ask you for your sympathy,
Somewhere to rest my head
Turn the light out,
And light the candle.
Tomorrow might not come,
Saw the headlines,
Then I heard it on the radio,
Said the Kings of Rock are dead,
The Kings of Rock,
The Kings of Rock are dead,
The Kings of Rock,
The Kings of Rock are dead,
The Kings of Rock,
The Kings of Rock are dead.
Draw the curtains, entertain me,
And make me smile just for a while.
I go to fight the lights tomorrow,
Carry on whilst I still can.
I had a friend who made some money.
I had a friend who lost the lot.
I got a friend who's got nobody.
I got a friend who got the shock.