Well, I'm struttin' up and down. Tryin' to get my face in town. Wonderin' the hang where. To turn each time around. Look in your mirror just to see my face.
Try to make some changes really on the line. Given your religion, never ever time. All the jokers laughing, queens upon the floor. Mothers understand it, baby needs some more.
Like Elvis, like everyone. We all die, we all live on in photos. And paperbacks, if we're lucky. We're coming back. . Mother Mary over, over. Mother Mary over, over me.