Copycat

Copycat

Way down in Memphis, Tennessee There's a guy looking just like me Wearing the same blue suede shoes Singing the same old blues

Way down in the US of A There's a guy doing things my way Combing the same greasy hair Hugging the same teddy bear

He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll

Way down in the deep deep South There's a guy with a girly mouth Eating the same banana sandwich Dressed in the same kind of kitsch

Way down by the Mississippi river There's a guy with a voice that quivers Driving the same Cadillac car Chasing the same lucky star

He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll

Way down in America There's a guy, rich and arrogant Dating my fair Priscilla He makes me want to hire a killer

Way down in the land of the brave There's a guy lying in his grave 'Cause nobody duplicating my jive Will never get away with that alive

He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll

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