Out of the kickinest state of the union
with cattle and the katydids
A kid with dungarees with holes in the knees
But they call him the Black Satin Kid

Black Satin Kid, where you gonna run to
Black Satin Kid
Dounle kickin´ Black Satin Kid
Who you gonna drum to
Black Satin Kid
Shoulder shakin´ , heart breakin´
Black Satin Kid

All he ever carried was some funk-butt drums
And they cost him every dime he had
But he saved the show
Left ´em screamin´ for more
when the band was walkin´ out bad

Black Satin Kid.....

Well you can talk about your East Coast/West Coast jazz
and you Nashville country western soul
They gonna talk about a kid from San Antone
in the history book of Rock´n Roll