He did his thing , He spent his time
So many stories still are told
But one thing nobody can ever change
And that is growing old~
He entertained most of his life
His colors pink and black~
But now he's left the building
And in reality he's not coming back~
However his memory will forever thrive
So many dedicated it is true~
To keeping all he once was alive back then
along with those blue suede shoes~
Almost better known now then back then
In many of a way~
Ever so many young and old
Still sing those songs and records play~
He did his thing and he did it his way
Filled a place then many needed so~
Back in a time when he lived fine
When he the world did come to know~
But rest assure for ever more
Many will still try to sing and dress the same~
By taking on he that sang those songs
And remembered will be his name~
He left a mark and caused a spark
And won many hearts it's true~
way back in time when he sang so fine
I just wanna play house with you~
