Chorus
She never gets sick of Elvis
but she sure gets sick of me,
she says she gets lonesome at night
that's something I can't see.
She says: "He's in my LP rack,
no, of course, he's not dead,
he's in my speakers singing,
performing in my head."
1
I met her in the 50s
when Elvis changed the world.
I was her only boy
and she was my only girl.
We danced a lot to Hound Dog
and our love was tender too
but now she taunts my wooden heart
and there's not much I can do.
Chorus
She never gets sick of Elvis
but she sure gets sick of me,
she says she gets lonesome at night
that's something I can't see.
She says: "He's in my LP rack,
no, of course, he's not dead,
he's in my speakers singing,
performing in my head."
2
Our walls are full of pictures
of Elvis through the years,
she loves to sing the songs
while I like drinking beers.
Elvis when I wake up,
sunrise to sundown,
he's her king of rock and roll
and I'm her jester clown.
Chorus
She never gets sick of Elvis
but she sure gets sick of me,
she says she gets lonesome at night
that's something I can't see.
She says: "He's in my LP rack,
no, of course, he's not dead,
he's in my speakers singing,
performing in my head."
3
Her mind gets all suspicious,
sometimes she so cruel,
she shouts: "It's now or never"
when I am such a fool.
She's a hard-headed woman,
prone to moody blue,
when she's all shook up and blaring,
surrender's all you do.
Chorus
She never gets sick of Elvis
but she sure gets sick of me,
she says she gets lonesome at night
that's something I can't see.
She says: "He's in my LP rack,
no, of course, he's not dead,
he's in my speakers singing,
performing in my head."
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