He was there at the corner, a foreigner
at the wrong side of town,
so quietly singing a country song
he never made a sound
then the crowd heard him singing
and shaking and swinging
he looked just like a dream
that rocked and rolled
full of gospel soul
in the age of Jimmy Dean
Elvis, Elvis
a duck's ass for your hair
was it you were a hound dog
or just a Teddy Bear
Elvis, Elvis
and where you anywhere
and all the love that you gave for free
was it love that didn't care
They really made their mark on you
when you showed them all around
singing your golden rock and roll
with a style that you had found
and then they took you to Hollywood
in the mindless USA
where your innocent heart #
played out its part
for MGM and RCA
Elvis, Elvis
I remember when you died,
some wanted to die with you
but they just died inside for a day or two (maybe a week)
Elvis, Elvis, your money and your fame
cost the life that you bought them with
when life had gone insane
Elvis, Elvis
a duck's ass for your hair
was it you were a hound dog
or just a Teddy Bear?
Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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