And he stands at the banquet room bar Looking over the crowd The reunion band playing too loud And he sees his fellow old star Looks him up and down Sees a little of himself in his frown The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs Let us sit and talk of old times That's what we're supposed to do And you don't look a day over thirty-two Yes we were so funny and wild There's an old friend of mine Says I'm looking back most all the time And the stander on the mountain Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat The town he once owned King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs King of the hill runs away Oh, she's knocking on your door tonight Oh, she wants to see if she remembers right Say won't you come outside tonight, alright They drive to the lookout on the hill And when it was over They sat there and looked back Tomorrow was way in the distance Tomorrow was a long time away Nobody thought much about it And there's nothing wrong if we live for today I recall when you filled it on up And you bowed to the crowd The girls in the short skirts screaming loud The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days Big man around town Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs [Incomprehensible]