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
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