Yesterday morning, I was walking around Me and Mr. Rodriguez on the wrong side of town The streets were all empty and the houses all burned down He reached in his pocket and he pulled out a crown And he said You're so much like me, boy Step outta your dream Watch 'em all gather 'round, boy It is your turn to be king Cause you are the only one You are the only one I come from a small town near West Beverly Right under the freeway, all my brothers and me My father was Henry, Mary Jane, Eloise They work in a coal mine from age 17 But I don't see 'em that much no more They died one day A king from a jester and a queen from a slave You are the only one You are the only one Well you are the only one That's for me There's a rose in my garden that never grows And it keeps me up at night forevermore And what I hold in my hand I was told to never hold So I let it go The slave and the jester They met in the park A slow song in the distance and a dance through the dark One hand to the outside, she waves in the wind They circled for hours or what seemed to be them She love him in the moonlight Soon the morning comes Then back to the coal mine when the day is done You are the only one You are the only one You are the only one For me