Lyrics

Mama liked Elvis, hell of a man
said that I would make it if I sang like him
Mama didn't know, maybe she'd see
Elvis could never ever sound like me
& this was always the plan

Elvis got killed by a son of a bitch
who gave him pills & got his fix
now I walk around Beale in my turned-up jeans
& that same old bastard's done the same to me
& this was always the plan