Moon Swing King

Intro Moon Swing King don’t chase a cue, He tears down time and swings it through, Cravat snapped, collar high, cane clicks steel, His presence folds the rave unreal. Verse 1 He waltzed through Berlin in ‘39, Tangoed atop bombs and landmine lines, Jazzed a dictator out his mind, Now he raves in triple-time. Pre-chorus He ain’t myth — he’s pulse and swing, His cape made from metronome string, When his foot drops — records weep, And sirens jam in boozy leaps. Chorus He’s the Moon Swing King! Don’t blink or the groove might sting! Half swing, half rave, full royalty, Club warlock, jazz anomaly! He’s the Moon Swing King! Jumps from Saturn just to sting, Strobes his throne in midnight rings! Post-chorus One-two-king-step — make the bass collapse! Verse 2 Twist in his wrist flips BPM, Boots tuned to crack drum stems, He danced through steam-punk revolts, Jazz rebel with rhythm bolts. No suit, just a vibe stitched tight, Moon-bent eyes, tux dripping light. Bridge In backrooms of Saturn’s dance brigade, They whisper truths he retrogrades, Shot glasses rise when he lifts his chin, No DJ safe when the King swings in. Chorus He’s the Moon Swing King! Grinds brass with the bassline’s sting! Backhand flip of the tempo’s spine, Doom in the snare, swing by design! He’s the Moon Swing King! Your feet betray you when he swings! He’s joy and fury, suit and sting— Long may twist the Moon Swing King! Outro Moon King out — no crown, no ring, Just bootprints where the mad beats sing. Swing never died... it became him.