[Verse 1] Out on the road where the wild winds sing Maps on the dash and the phone starts to ping From mountains to oceans From bushveld to sea Looking for places where the wild runs free Campfire smoke and a sky full of stars Stories and laughter drifting from the bars Every road’s a question Every trail’s a clue South African sunsets painted gold and blue [Chorus] I’m the king King King Dingaling Crown made of dust and a bakkie full of things From a cooler box throne I raise my tin If there’s a party in the distance I’m driving in I’m the king King King Dingaling Laugh lines deep and a sunburned grin Wherever good times echo on the wind You know that’s where I’ve been [Verse 2] Flip-flop tan and a half-broke chair Sand in my sheets Camp towel on the spare Braaibroodjie turning Sauce on my chin Strangers at sunrise feel like next of kin Wrong turn taken Ended up just right Dirt road dust in the rearview light Every dodgy detour Every backroad bend Writes my name on the day again and again [Chorus] I’m the king King King Dingaling Crown made of dust and a bakkie full of things From a cooler box throne I raise my tin If there’s a party in the distance I’m driving in I’m the king King King Dingaling Laugh lines deep and a sunburned grin Wherever good times echo on the wind You know that’s where I’ve been [Bridge] Got a campsite kingdom Plastic cup ring (hey!) sing it loud Let the whole night sing If joy had a joker If the road had a ring They’d call me They’d call me King Dingaling [Chorus] I’m the king King King Dingaling Crown made of dust and a bakkie full of things From a cooler box throne I raise my tin If there’s a party in the distance I’m driving in I’m the king King King Dingaling Laugh lines deep and a sunburned grin Long as this wild world’s spinning round That’s my kind of crown (oh yeah)