I'll be under the mango tree. At his beach house on the moon. Thumbed his nose at gravity And climbed into the heavens. When he returned to earth that night everything changed, For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged. And in early cave wall scenes.
Some people love to lead And some refuse to dance.
Some play it safely, other take a chance. This place we call the world Where most live as oysters While some become pearls. Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi Who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies. Some never fade away, some crash and burn Some make the world go round, other watch it turn. This place we call the world.