Vārdi: Odds. Wendy Under The Stars.

I was sitting there watching TV
Wendy came and sat on my knee
She put her finger in my ear
But I pulled it out so I could hear

What the newsman on the television said
He said the king of rock 'n' roll was dead
And in the spooky television light
She said, "Don't ever forget this night"

I was fucking Wendy under the stars
The night that Elvis died
I was fucking Wendy under the stars
The night that Elvis died

As we walked across the dew wet field
I never ever thought she would yield
To my young body's aching desire
For an older woman's well banked fire

By the left hand I was led
To the place that we would make our bed
And embracing in the blue moonlight
She said, "Don't ever forget this night"

I was fucking Wendy under the stars
The night that Elvis died
I was fucking Wendy under the stars
The night that Elvis died

She was thirty-one, I was seventeen
I found out then what passion could mean
I thought I loved her but I didn't know how
I don't love her when I see her now

With the tape deck turned up loud
She made a young man feel strong and proud
And in the coolness of the morning light
She said, "Don't ever forget this night"

I was fucking Wendy under the stars
The night that Elvis died
I was fucking Wendy under the stars
The night that Elvis died

The night that Elvis died
The night that Elvis died