I met him in the old night place, greasy,
bright, hooked -up bus, neon, you can picture the scene
You've seen it a thousand times on
TV
He wore blue lace lion
shades at night
There's not many do that these days
I looked at that face like a blind hog
I thought, hey I know him
I thought that fucker was dead
Hey
Roy, you're a big star,
know what I mean?
That's right, son,
I should have been bigger than
Elvis
I sing like a bird, write my own words
Miss my chance,
cause I was too damn ugly
Come on now,
Roy
You're as famous
as anyone needs
The
King's dead, you're still here
He frowned, here for what?
There's nothing round for me now
The music's too loud, no one can sing
It must be right
An d it must be right
Why?
Why, I don't get it, I just don't get it,
why?
I missed my chance cause I
wasn't as pretty as the king
I even met
Priscilla before him
She was twelve years old,
boy was she sweet
Just like
Dorothy from
The
Wizard of
Oz, but she wouldn't have me
That
Presley was the dumbest shit I ever met
He couldn't write a fucking note
It should have been me with the
songs that I wrote
But it passed me by,
it passed me by
Why? I don't get it,
I just don't get it
It passed me by,
and it passed me by
Why? I don't get it, I just don't get it,
why?
I'm not
fool
I'm
you