Lyrics Roger Miller – Kansas City Star

Got a letter just this morning
It was postmarked Omaha
It was typed and neatly written
Offering me this better job

I come on the TV
Grinninen, wearing pistols and a hat
It’s a kiddy’s show and I’m a hero
Of the youger sat
I’m the number one attraction
In every supermarket parking lot
I’m the king of Kansas City
No thanks Omaha, thanks a lot

Kansas City Star,
That’s what I are,
Yoodledy you aught to see my car,
I drive a big old Cadillac with wired wheels
I got rhinestones on my spokes,
I’ve got credit down at the grocery store
And my barber tells me jokes
I’m the number one attraction
In every supermarket parking lot
I’m the king of Kansas City
No thanks Omaha, thanks a lot

Da da da da de da
Baa ba de baa ba ba bu
Baa ba bee

Kansas City Star,
That’s what I are,
Yoodledy you aught to see my car,
I drive a big old Cadillac with wired wheels
I got rhinestones on my spokes,
I’ve got credit down at my grocery store
And my barber tells me jokes

I’m the number one attraction
In every supermarket parking lot
I’m the king of Kansas City
No thanks Omaha, thanks a lot

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