The Maestro

Presence, elegance, an unmistakable dominance

Behind those steely eyes

Anything you know is coincidence

No one seems to know anything about his age, just his name

He’s always dressed for fame

Uh, the keyser is the maestro

Let it go, dream a bit

To wear a garment so delish

I’d be out of my mind

The slightest designs, the ultimate chemist

Even you ingénue

A gift he can’t buy from you

But if I had to pay I’d sure find a way to break the bank

I’d break the bank that day

Ladies, his designs make the words fall out of a pantomime

Colors, how they flow, go from avant-garde to beyond sublime

History and mystery, he stops the hands of time

The magic skin is mind

‘Cause the keyser is the maestro

Let it go, dream a bit

To wear a garment so delish

I’d be out of my mind

The slightest designs, the ultimate chemist

Even you ingénue

A gift he can’t buy from you

But if I had to pay I’d sure find a way to break the bank

I’d break the bank that day

Uh he is a maestro

He is a maestro

Maestro… maestro…