Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing
Strumming his strings, singing his songs
And when he sings he wants to sing along

La, la, la, la, la, ...

Anything you ever wanted, he can make come real
Depending on how you feel, according to what you do
Because you know that in the end it's up to you

So Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing
Strumming his strings, singing his songs
And when he sings you all sing along

So shut your eyes and picture empty skies all around
And listen for the sound, of magic in the air
And when you do then you know the mandolin king will be there

Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing
Strumming his strings, singing his songs
And when he sings you all sing along

Ev'rybody, La, la, la, la, la, ...