I was thinking that night about elvis the day that he died the day that he died i was thinking that night about elvis the day that he died the day that he died just a country boy that combed his red hair he put on the shirt his mother made and he went on the air and he shook it like a chorus girl yeah, he shook it like a harlem queen he shook it like a midnight rambler, baby like you never seen, you never seen i was thinking that night about elvis the day that he died day that he died i was thinking that night about elvis the day that he died day that he died how he took it all out of blackandwhite he grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight and he shook it like a hurricane yeah, he shook it like to make it break he shook it like a holy roller, baby with his soul at stake, his soul at stake i was thinking that night about elvis the day that he died day that he died i was thinking that night about elvis the day that he died day that he died he was all alone in long declin