Got a cheap guitar and a bathroom light

Combing my hair every Friday night

Radio hums through the kitchen wall

I try that shake but I lose it all

Mama laughs, says, “Boy, sit down.”

But I’m chasing that Memphis sound

I wanna sing like Elvis

Make that microphone melt

I wanna sing like Elvis

Make the blue notes felt

Curl my lip and swing my hips

Make the whole room tilt

I wanna sing like Elvis

Like nobody else ever built

Suede shoes tapping on a wooden floor

Practicing lines I can’t afford

Heart beats fast when I hit that stage

Voice cracks wide but I feel that rage

Daddy says, “Keep it clean.”

But I want that rebel lean

I wanna sing like Elvis

Make that back row shake

I wanna sing like Elvis

Make the old walls quake

Slow it down or light it up

Bend it till it breaks

I wanna sing like Elvis

Give ‘em that hip-shake ache

Maybe I don’t got that velvet tone

Maybe I’m rough like gravel and stone

But when that spotlight hits my face

I swear I feel that fire take place

I wanna sing like Elvis

But I’ll sing like me

Borrow that spark

Set it free

If I can make one jukebox ring

That’s enough for me

I wanna sing like Elvis