City Lights

Lights are dimming on the velvet floor,

Sixty years and we're coming back for more,

Suku's in the house, yeah the king is here,

Raise a glass high to the diamond year.

Step through the hidden door and see the gold,

A story of a man that never gets old.

Oh, it's a Suku bash, sixty years of soul!

Let the good times roll, yeah we're losing control!

From the old school cool to the rhythm of today!

Suku's turning six-zero in a major way!

Yeah, it's a diamond jubilee!

Every scar's a map of a place he's been,

Best hand dealt that the world has ever seen,

From the city streets to the bright neon sign,

Suku's aging better than the vintage wine.

Take a look around at the family and the friends,

This is where the legend truly begins.

Oh, it's a Suku bash, sixty years of soul!

Let the good times roll, yeah we're losing control!

From the old school cool to the rhythm of today!

Suku's turning six-zero in a major way!

Yeah, it's a diamond jubilee!

Oh, it's a Suku bash, sixty years of soul!

Let the good times roll, yeah we're losing control!

From the old school cool to the rhythm of today!

Suku's turning six-zero in a major way!

Yeah, it's a diamond jubilee!

Yeah, that's how we do it.

Suku, you're the man.

Sixty years and still running the show.

Happy birthday, king.

(Keep that bass humming...)