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Loudon Wainwright III - Happy Birthday Elvis lyrics
Happy birthday, Elvis; You're not really dead. It's a lie, it's just a crock, Something some people said. I heard a cassette of you speaking On a telephone; From a bunker beneath Graceland, The king sits on his throne. Happy birthday, Elvis; Fifty-eight years old today. It isn't true, you didn't die, No matter what they say. The colonel just decided You should drop out of sight After the Bicentennial-- The timing was just right. (Bridge:) Happy birthday, Elvis; You're alive in '93. They took away the body, But who the hell was he? Who was that tall fat man They buried in your place? Just another imitator; Plastic surgeons did his face. Happy birthday, Elvis; You still love to ball. Somebody said she spotted you In a Memphis mall. Check out the checkout counters; Read what the tabloids say: Aliens abducted you, But somehow you got away. Happy birthday, Elvis; I for one will not shed tears. You'll be back for the millennium; That's in seven measly years. And if you're blue and lonely, Pick up that telephone, Down in that bunker beneath Graceland, The king sits on his throne. |
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