Legends
August 1977 and the King is gone
Forty years later the legend lives on
He was the worst Elvis tribute act
There had ever ever been;
So bad he was almost good
And just had to be seen.
They came from miles away
Just to see him perform.
Not your usual Elvis, no,
Nowhere near the norm.
In spite of the jump suit
And top range black wig
Nothing could disguise
A complexion like a fig.
And when it came to height
He couldn’t be called tall.
In fact to tell the truth
He was under 5ft feet tall.
In truth I suppose he could
Just have got away with that
If only he hadn’t been
So obscenely fat;
But up there on the stage
He gave it all his heart
Threw himself fully
Into his performing art.
He couldn’t dance
He couldn’t sing
But mixed jeers and cheer
Made those halls ring.
He gave his all
Every time he sang;
He was Eddie the Eagle
Of the tribute gang.
He’s out there somewhere.
Still on the club scene.
The worst Elvis tribute act
This world has ever seen.
Thank s to CD’s we can hear the real thing
Viva Las Vegas and Long Live the King
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2023
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