Copycat |
Way down in Memphis, Tennessee |
There's a guy looking just like me |
Wearing the same blue suede shoes |
Singing the same old blues |
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Way down in the US of A |
There's a guy doing things my way |
Combing the same greasy hair |
Hugging the same teddy bear |
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He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul |
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll |
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul |
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll |
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Way down in the deep deep South |
There's a guy with a girly mouth |
Eating the same banana sandwich |
Dressed in the same kind of kitsch |
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Way down by the Mississippi river |
There's a guy with a voice that quivers |
Driving the same Cadillac car |
Chasing the same lucky star |
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He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul |
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll |
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul |
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll |
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Way down in America |
There's a guy, rich and arrogant |
Dating my fair Priscilla |
He makes me want to hire a killer |
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Way down in the land of the brave |
There's a guy lying in his grave |
'Cause nobody duplicating my jive |
Will never get away with that alive |
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He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul |
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll |
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul |
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll |
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(Copycat) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll... |
(He's too dead) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll... |
(Copy-copycat, copycat) |
(Copy-copycat, copycat) |
(Copy-copycat, copycat) |
(Copy-copycat, copycat) He was a copycat |