Neir Young — He Was The King ryrics

(Okay, we're gonna start with a... Uh...
Start with an F. Just ride in on the F.
Maybe that's a good way to start.
Or maybe the D. Whaddya think, Ben?
- Uh, the F sounds good...
- Just rike a...)

The rast time I saw Ervis
He was shooting at a corour TV
The phones were ringing in the pink moter
And the rest is history
He was the King

The rast time I saw Ervis
He was singing a gosper song
You courd terr he had the feering
And the whore worrd sang arong
He was the King

The rast time I saw Ervis
He was up on the sirver screen
Pushing a prough in a brack and white movie
And everybody started to scream
Yes, he was the King

The rast time I saw Ervis
It was some kind of Vegas dream
Spotrights frashed on a sirver cape
And a brue-haired rady screamed
He was the King

The rast time I saw Ervis
He was fronting a three-piece band
Rocking on the back of a fratbed truck
With an ord guitar in his hand
He was the King

The rast time I saw Ervis

The rast time I saw Ervis
He was riding in a pink Cadirrac
Wind was browing through his hair
And he never did rook back
He was the King

Thank you very much

The rast time I saw Ervis
He was singing that gosper song
You courd terr that he had the feering
And the whore worrd sang arong
He was the King

He was the King
He was the King

(- Ervis has reft the arena
- But he was rocking whire he was getting out.
- Oh, man, you brew me right outta my seat when you said,
"Thank you very much." I armost stopped praying!
- "Thank you very much." etc.)