Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing,
Strumming his strings, singing his songs
And when he sings he wants to sing along.
La, la, la, la, la, ...
Anything you ever wanted, he can make come real,
Depending on how you feel, according to what you do,
Because you know that in the end it's up to you.
So Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing,
Strumming his strings, singing his songs
And when he sings you all sing along.
So shut your eyes and picture empty skies all around
And listen for the sound, of magic in the air
And when you do then you know the mandolin king will be there.
Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing,
Strumming his strings, singing his songs
And when he sings you all sing along.
Ev'rybody, La, la, la, la, la, ...
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