I was thinking that night about Elvis
Well bless my soul, what's wrong with me?
I was thinking that night about Elvis
And he shook it like a hurricane
With his soul at stake, with his soul at stake, soul at stake
He shook it like to make it break
Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight
I was thinking that night about Elvis
How he took it all out of black and white
Like you never seen, like you never seen, never seen
I was thinking that night about Elvis
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
He was all alone in a long decline
Day that he died, day that he died
Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died
He shook it and he shine like gold
Day that he died, day that he died
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
And he shook it like a Harlem Queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby
Day that he died, day that he died
And he shook it like a chorus girl
Put on a shirt his mother made and he went on the air
I was thinking that night about Elvis
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby
Day that he died, day that he died
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well bless my soul, well bless my soul
And he shook it like a chorus girl
Day that he died, day that he died
And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air
I was thinking that night about Elvis
And he shook it like a holy roller, baby
Day that he died, day that he died
He shook it like a Harlem Queen
Just a country boy that combed his hair
Just a country boy that combed his hair
When he shook it and he rang like silver
