This ole boy down at the tire store where I work got a knot on his head and started thinking he'd like to live just like his idol, Elvis. I wrote this song in his honor. He's kind of a dummy, but he's got a good heart anyway.
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And these scenes from the video produced by Green Derby Records.
lyrics
Here's the lyrics...
This ole boy down at the shop,
He just ain't got half sense.
His name is Melvin P. Jackson,
And here's the evidence.
Last Monday close to quittin' time,
He patched an old retread,
But that tire blew up outside the cage,
And put a big knot on his head.
Now, Melvin always loved Elvis,
He was always humming his songs,
But next day there was no Melvin,
We all figured something was wrong.
The boss man sent us to Melvin's house,
On an off-the-clock assignment.
The front door opened and there stood Melvin,
Definitely out of alignment.
He was all dressed up from his head to his toes,
In a glittering white jump suit,
We said, Boy, if you don't punch in,
The boss is gonna give you the boot!
He said, That don't matter to me no more,
I got a new outlook on life,
I don't need no tire store job,
No rattle gun or wife.
He said, I've got a few good years left,
Before I'm old and helpless,
But before I croak for once and for all,
I'm gonna live like Elvis!
CHORUS:
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He goes to bed at the crack of dawn,
He won't even wake up and mow his lawn,
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis),
Melvin Elvis,
(Mel- - vis).
The next week I'm at a stop light,
Groovin' to an old eight-track,
When guess who pulls up beside me,
In broken down pink Cadillac?
Melvin grabbed a pack off the dash,
And lit up a cigarette.
He said, I'm singing on Saturday night,
Down at the Amvets,
So me and the boys show up that night,
To watch Melvin's debut.
He started singing Jailhouse Rock,
And punching like kung fu.
He lost his balance and fell off stage,
Got another knot on his head.
His wife showed up to take him home
And tuck him into bed.
Poor Melvin looked down and asked his gal,
Why am I dressed like this?
She said, that's what you look like when you try to live,
Just like Elvis.
CHORUS:
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He goes to bed at the crack of dawn,
He won't even wake up and mow his lawn,
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis),
Melvin Elvis,
(Mel- - vis).
RECITATION:
He's living like Elvis, all right. The boss took him back, but at half pay.
Where's Colonel Parker when you need him, right, Melvin?
Say, where you going, Melvin?
You just can't change tires in a white jump suit.
(Why not?)
'Cause it just don't look right, that's why. You didn't go and get another knot on your noggin, did you?
(Noooo.)
Well, Elvis never worked at a tire store.
(I don't care.)
It don't matter if Jasper Junior said you could. His daddy's gonna give you the ax if you come back in here wearing that thing.
(Don't worry 'bout it.)
Nobody's gonna give you any tips to dress up like Elvis. You don't get tips to change a tire. You know that.
This ole boy down at the shop,
He just ain't got half sense.
His name is Melvin P. Jackson,
And here's the evidence.
Last Monday close to quittin' time,
He patched an old retread,
But that tire blew up outside the cage,
And put a big knot on his head.
Now, Melvin always loved Elvis,
He was always humming his songs,
But next day there was no Melvin,
We all figured something was wrong.
The boss man sent us to Melvin's house,
On an off-the-clock assignment.
The front door opened and there stood Melvin,
Definitely out of alignment.
He was all dressed up from his head to his toes,
In a glittering white jump suit,
We said, Boy, if you don't punch in,
The boss is gonna give you the boot!
He said, That don't matter to me no more,
I got a new outlook on life,
I don't need no tire store job,
No rattle gun or wife.
He said, I've got a few good years left,
Before I'm old and helpless,
But before I croak for once and for all,
I'm gonna live like Elvis!
CHORUS:
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He goes to bed at the crack of dawn,
He won't even wake up and mow his lawn,
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis),
Melvin Elvis,
(Mel- - vis).
The next week I'm at a stop light,
Groovin' to an old eight-track,
When guess who pulls up beside me,
In broken down pink Cadillac?
Melvin grabbed a pack off the dash,
And lit up a cigarette.
He said, I'm singing on Saturday night,
Down at the Amvets,
So me and the boys show up that night,
To watch Melvin's debut.
He started singing Jailhouse Rock,
And punching like kung fu.
He lost his balance and fell off stage,
Got another knot on his head.
His wife showed up to take him home
And tuck him into bed.
Poor Melvin looked down and asked his gal,
Why am I dressed like this?
She said, that's what you look like when you try to live,
Just like Elvis.
CHORUS:
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis, ah huh),
He goes to bed at the crack of dawn,
He won't even wake up and mow his lawn,
He's living like Elvis,
(Living like Elvis),
Melvin Elvis,
(Mel- - vis).
RECITATION:
He's living like Elvis, all right. The boss took him back, but at half pay.
Where's Colonel Parker when you need him, right, Melvin?
Say, where you going, Melvin?
You just can't change tires in a white jump suit.
(Why not?)
'Cause it just don't look right, that's why. You didn't go and get another knot on your noggin, did you?
(Noooo.)
Well, Elvis never worked at a tire store.
(I don't care.)
It don't matter if Jasper Junior said you could. His daddy's gonna give you the ax if you come back in here wearing that thing.
(Don't worry 'bout it.)
Nobody's gonna give you any tips to dress up like Elvis. You don't get tips to change a tire. You know that.
credits
released April 2, 2017
Bobby Lee Bobcat - songwriter (BMI), acoustic guitar, and lead vocal.
Willie "Boots" Walker - drums.
"Skid" Mark Higgins - pedal steel guitar.
"Little" Jasper Ragland, Jr. - bass guitar.
Howard "Ringy" SIngleton - electric guitar.
Dewitt "Witty" Maples - dobro.
Charlene "Fifth Wife" Bobcat - acoustic guitar (when not legally separated).
Recorded at Green Derby Records, Lubbock, Texas.
Produced by Greg McCollum.
Special thanks to Edith Lollabrigida on the chorus.
Bobby Lee Bobcat - songwriter (BMI), acoustic guitar, and lead vocal.
Willie "Boots" Walker - drums.
"Skid" Mark Higgins - pedal steel guitar.
"Little" Jasper Ragland, Jr. - bass guitar.
Howard "Ringy" SIngleton - electric guitar.
Dewitt "Witty" Maples - dobro.
Charlene "Fifth Wife" Bobcat - acoustic guitar (when not legally separated).
Recorded at Green Derby Records, Lubbock, Texas.
Produced by Greg McCollum.
Special thanks to Edith Lollabrigida on the chorus.
Copyright 2017 Bobby Lee Bobcat. All rights reserved.