"The Real el Rey" as written by and Charles Thompson....
We made the scene
At the real El Rey
Or so they say
So many claimed to be king

I'm going back to Manchester, England
I'm gonna learn me to sing
But I?ll beware out there on the English moor
Where so many claim to be king, I'm gonna be the king

I'm going down there to Globe-Miami
I'm going up on the heaps, the heaps of slag
'Cause a bottle of cold Bohemia
That's the best water I ever had

I'm going back to Manchester, England
I'm gonna learn me to sing
But I?ll beware out there on the English moor
Where so many claim to be king, I'm gonna be the king

I'm going down there to Globe-Miami
I'm going up on the heaps of slag
'Cause a bottle of cold Bohemia
That's the best water I ever had



Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings

"The Real el Rey" as written by Charles Thompson

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

The Real el Rey song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain