Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
there's a guy looking just like me.
wearing the same blue suede shoes
singing the same old blues.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
Way down in America
there's a guy, rich and arrogant
dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer.
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.
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.
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.

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