Roger Miller - Kansas City Star Lyrics
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Kansas City Star
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What Are The Lyrics For Kansas City Star By Roger Miller?
Got a letter just this mornin' it was postmarked Omaha
It was typed and neatly written offerin' me this better job Better job at higher wages, expenses paid and a car But I'm on TV here locally and I can't quit, I'm a star Ha ha, I come on TV grinnin,' wearin' pistols and a hat It's a kiddy show and I'm a hero of the younger set I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha, thanks a lot Kansas City star, that's what I are Yodel-deedle ay-hee, you oughta see my car I drive a big old Cadillac with wire wheels, got rhinestones on the spokes I got credit down at the grocery store And my barber tells me jokes I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha, thanks a lot Kansas City star, that's what I are Yodel-deedle ay-hee, you oughta see my car I drive a big old Cadillac with wire wheels, got rhinestones on the spokes I got credit down at the grocery store And my barber tells me jokes I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha, thanks a lot Stay tuned, gonna have a Popeye cartoon in a minute! |
Who Wrote Kansas City Star By Roger Miller?
Roger Miller
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What's The Duration Of The Kansas City Star By Roger Miller?The duration of Kansas City Star is 2:18 minutes and seconds. |
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