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