The king
Not a royal,
Yet he was a king,
Rocking and rolling,
You sang,
Black hair, blue eyes and that quiff,
Gyrating pelvis, those moving legs,
The oldies not keen,
Girls going wild plus the odd boy too,
The voice of a god, so good looking,
He was an actor to,
Died way to young,
Will always be known,
The King of rock and roll.
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