Elvis' Rolls Royce

Well I saw a crowd a-gathered

Must've been somebody shot

Reporters scribbled shorthand

And photographed the spot

I moved in a little closer

But I couldn't see no blood

Just a gold-plated chariot

Arisin' from the mud

Then I heard a soulful murmur

And it sounded like his voice

It began to sing, it was the King

It was Elvis' Rolls Royce



Now the wood-grained bar was open

Like he was about to have a drink

A white-gloved chauffeur at the wheel

I never saw him blink

The bobbies looked indifferent

Clearly they were not amused

It was just another auction piece

And it didn't matter whose

D-Day was upon me

And I had to make a choice

Next thing I know

I'm at the wheel of Elvis' Rolls Royce



Well I made a left at Parliament

And hit the pedal hard

And I tipped my hat and I smiled

As I passed by Scotland Yard

Now the voice is talkin' to me

It says "There's nothing to fear"

It was coming from the back seat

But there was no one in the mirror

I got a little nervous

I think I lost my poise

As we crossed the great Atlantic

In Elvis' Rolls Royce



When we got to New York City

The crowds went wild to say the least

As I steered my precious cargo

Through the belly of the beast

Then I took off down the Interstate

And drove throughout the night

Till I reached the state of Tennessee

In the early morning light

There they were, the gates of Graceland



My eyes got kind of moist

Home sweet home to rock'n'roll

And Elvis' Rolls Royce