I wrote this on August 16, 1977 – the day Elvis died. Don't know what inspired me to write it; I wasn't a huge Elvis fan or anything. Guess it was a slow day at work and the spirit just moved me. But for some reason it's still in my head after all these years. So it seems appropriate to write it down on the 35th anniversary of his death.
IN MEMORY OF ELVIS
Copyright 2011 by Roger B. Stone
Copyright 2011 by Roger B. Stone
For Elvis the Pelvis we all deeply mourn.
Without him, Rock’n’Roll might never've been born.
Way back in the ‘50s the whole world was ready,
To hear him sing Hound Dog, and Tender, and Teddy.
We miss him already though he’s just barely gone.
We cherish the memory of his hips and his song.
We’d all love to tell him, “Dear Elvis you’re great!”
But for Elvis the Pelvis, I’m afraid it’s too late.
He passed away August the 16th, they say.
His feet move no more; his guitar’s put away.
It’s tragic to think of The King in the ground,
When they cover him up so he can’t make a sound.
No songs can be heard from our hero’s sweet lips,
No motion is seen in his legs and his hips,
"Oh Elvis, dear Elvis, won’t you please make us cry?"
No, Elvis the Pelvis is singin’ in the sky.
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