Rockabilly Blues

[Guitar Intro] Verse 1: Well, I strutted down the street, thinkin' I was the king, Had my hair slicked back, ready to swing, But I choked on my toothpick, nearly fell on my face, This rockabilly wannabe, such a disgrace. Pre-Chorus: Oh, I try to be smooth, like the King on the stage, But my two left feet just won't engage, I’m a clumsy crooner, in these blue suede shoes, Livin’ the rockabilly blues. Chorus: Rockabilly blues, oh, what a sight, Tryin’ to be Elvis, but it just ain’t right, Flat tire on my Caddy, tripped over my lace, Rockabilly blues, a clumsy disgrace. Verse 2: Well, I saw you, darlin', tried to give you a wink, But my contact lens slipped, made me look like a blink, I tried to serenade you with my guitar in hand, But the strings all broke, wasn’t part of the plan. Pre-Chorus: Oh, I try to be cool, like the King on the stage, But my tangled tongue just won't engage, I’m a stumblin' singer, in these blue suede shoes, Livin’ the rockabilly blues. Chorus: Rockabilly blues, oh, what a sight, Tryin’ to be Elvis, but it just ain’t right, Flat tire on my Caddy, tripped over my lace, Rockabilly blues, a clumsy disgrace. Bridge: I dreamed of Graceland, but I’m stuck in the yard, Can’t even dance without fallin’ hard, But I’ll keep on tryin’, won’t give up the fight, One day, I’ll get this rockabilly right. Chorus: Rockabilly blues, oh, what a sight, Tryin’ to be Elvis, but it just ain’t right, Flat tire on my Caddy, tripped over my lace, Rockabilly blues, a clumsy disgrace. Outro: Oh, rockabilly blues, I’ll keep on singin’, Even if my hopes keep on swingin’, I may be a mess, but I’ve got the groove, Livin’ the rockabilly blues, with nothin’ to prove. [End] [End] (silence) a flat car tire and a guitar for song cover