If Elvis is everywhere, it stands to reason that he could be the dancing guest making a mess in your kitchen, or the burglar who does a little jig for your cats as he sneaks around pilfering your house…or even an angel of death come hovering and doing the Twist above your bed while beckoning you into the great hereafter. All things are possible, and it’s certain that it would be quite the joy to witness…even if it’s not the exact thing that you’d prefer.
I’ve had visions of re-recording this song for years now, and have finally decided that I’ll probably never get around to it, so here it is ripped straight from 2002’s homemade Jersey Shoreline CD. Thanks to Kate for clapping along as the tape rolled, and for putting up with the cacophony of my attempts at emulating acoustic-era Modern Lovers-styled backing vocals.
The kitchen is a wonderful place to dance by the way, and truthfully I would never even consider kicking someone out of the house for dancing there. Unless they were a mime.
A LITTLE LIKE ELVIS
You’re a little like Elvis
The way you dance around my room
Erasing all of my chalk lines
Like a whirling kind of
Swirling kind of magic magic broom
And it’s true that i never read the paper
And i never called your home
And i never did a single thing
That you could call your own
But you’re dancing like Elvis in my house
And i feel like putting you out
But the spectacle’s too beautiful
And lucky lucky lucky lucky me
You’re a little like Elvis
Dressed in black and looking good
Creeping around from room to room
Like you’ve got something
That’s not something
That you know you should
And it’s true that my name is Cosimodo [aka Cosmo the cat]
And my brother’s name is Drake [aka The Drake, feline as well]
And it doesn’t matter what you say
Or what you plan to take
‘Cause you’re dancing like Elvis in my house
And i feel like putting you out
But the spectacle’s too beautiful
And lucky lucky lucky lucky me
You’re a little like Elvis
With your halo and your wings
Twisting over my bed
Instead of taking my old
Aching life on up to other things
And it’s true that i hope that you’re an angel
And i also hope you’re not
And i hope that you’re not taking me
To somewhere that’s too hot
‘Cause you’re dancing like Elvis in my house
And i feel like putting you out
But the spectacle’s too beautiful
And lucky lucky lucky lucky me
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