Besedila: Chris Rea. King of the Beach.

Let your fighting scars heal in the sun of a bright windy day
Let your cold blades sleep in the sand till it's rusted away
Washed each night in the waves
While you sleep away each memory
And you wake to find yourself a new king to be

Away from the dark, you're moving into the light
King of the shadows gives up on a fight
He kicks off them shoes and he throws them away
There's nobody here now except this salty, blue day

Out of sight, out of reach
He's king of the beach

Whatever I was, well, I'm not that now
I tell you because it may help you somehow
So kick off them shoes and throw 'em away
There's nobody here now except this salty, blue day

Out of sight, out of reach
King of the beach, king of the beach

Let your fighting scars heal in the sun of a bright windy day
Let your cold blades sleep in the sand till it's rusted away
Washed each night in the waves
While you sleep away each memory
And you wake to find yourself a new king to be

King of the beach, yeah, king of the beach
King of the beach
Out of sight, out of reach, king of the beach
Out of sight, out of reach, king of the beach, yeah

King of the beach, king of the beach, yeah
The king of the beach

Kick off them shoes, throw 'em away
There's nobody here now except this salty, blue day

The king of the beach, king of the beach
Yeah, the king of the beach, the king of the beach
Oh, your king of the beach, oh, your king of the beach
Yeah, your king of the beach, the king of the beach