Lyrics

for 200 Cadillacs Songs

200 Cadillacs

Runnin' With the King

Blue Cadillac

Too Tired To Be Elvis

Tough & Tender

Velvet Elvis

The Cadillac Song

Shine a Little Light

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200 Cadillacs

© 2002 Rex Fowler    

 

He loved his Cadillacs – They were his gift of choice

He bought his Mama one – Paid for it with his voice

Yeah it was pink of course  – Just like in baby now, “Let’s Play House”

A-well he drove his daddy crazy – The money that he’d spend

He promised him he wouldn’t then he’d do it all again

 

He loved his Cadillacs – He gave a ton away

Two hundred more or less – Or so the pundits say

And when he wanted to – He’d take one for a drive

A-little ‘Cilla out in Vegas - Her hair in a Bee-Hive

With Red and Sonny sittin’ in the back to <shuck and jive>      

 

200 Cadillacs’ is a lot of cars

Stretched back to back that’s half way out to Mars

But he never was your average superstar

And here’s another fact – He never took one back!

 

He loved his Cadillacs – And that new car bouquet

All kinds of colors too – Even a gold lamč

You know it never stopped – The way it made him feel

A-when he’d slide across the leather - Slip behind the wheel

Tool around in Memphis makin’ girls ‘n <tires squeal>

                  

Instrumental Chorus / “ … He was crazy ‘bout pink & black!”

 

200 Cadillacs – ‘N lots of Lincolns too

A-mess’a red Corvettes – Mercedes’ powder blue

Even a black Rolls Royce – He gave‘em all away

And every time he did it – This is what he’d say

 “A-what’s the fun of having money if you can’t give it away … 


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Runnin' With The King
Rex Fowler & Jon Pousette-Dart © 2002
 
Robin Hood, Peter Pan
Saint n’ sinner, boyish man
Visionary, Rebel’s stand
Kicked a hole right through that damn
Runnin' with the King at the height of his reign…..
Was like trying to hold on to a runaway train
Bill Black’s Bass on top the car
Scotty’s ‘lectric amp/guitar
DJ’s kit fit in the trunk
With Elvis’ flattop, shoes that stunk 
Runnin' with the King at the height of his reign…..
Was like trying to hold on to a runaway train
(Bridge)
Them boys were good them boys could play....
Sounds even better now today....
The way he’d move, the way he’d sing
Still can't believe we lost the King....
		
Red was next to come on board 
Later on in fifty-four
That good ole boy watched Elvis’ back
Upgrade now to Cadillacs
Gene n’ Charlie, “Diamond” Joe 
Lamar, Sonny, Georgio
Cars were fast, life was good
Took their act to Hollywood
Runnin' with the King at the height of his reign…..
Was like trying to hold on to a runaway train

(Bridge)
Radio, Press, Television
A head on cultural collision
Nothin's ever been the same
Since the King let lose his hurricane......


Runnin' with the King at the height of his reign…..
Was like flying in the eye of a hurricane
Runnin' with the King at the height of his reign…..
Was like trying to hold on to a runaway train….


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Blue Cadillac

Deena Shoshkes & Jon Fried  © 2002

 

I want to tell you about my dream

Elvis came and he said to me

“You’re so pretty, you’re so sweet,

I’m a-gonna give you a special treat.”

He took me by the hand

And he led me to the street

It was parked right there

Waiting for me

“Honey this is all for you.”

My eyes popped out

And yours would too.

 

It was a blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue

Cadillac

Blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue

Cadillac

 

I’m not much for fancy things

I’m the girl next door

In the old blue jeans

But riding with the top down in the sun

In my ’55 Caddy is so much fun……

Oh, Elvis…..

 

I want to feel the wind on my face….

My hair blowin’ straight back.

Got a chiffon scarf around my neck,

And movie-star sunglasses.

 

I’m gonna drive from coast to coast

Gonna tell everyone that Elvis ain’t a ghost

This ’55 Caddy of cobalt blue

Is proof enough for me

And it ought to be for you.

He said he wanted me to have a good time

He kissed my hand and he said, “Goodbye.

Think of me from time to time,

In your blue Cadillac, the color of the sky.”

 

It was a blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue Cadillac

Blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, blue Cadillac

In my blue

In my blue

In my

Blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, Cadillac

In my blue

In my blue

In my

Blue, blue, blue

blue, blue, Cadillac

Thank you very much, Elvis!


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Too Tired To Be Elvis

© Heather Eatman

 

Rings of unfortunate size

Hollywood’s black plastic eyes

Captain America’s idiot son

Is no longer pretty or young

Coughing and gasping for air

There’s plenty of comfortable chairs

Margots and Mitzis to mess up your hair

Sweet Southern Comfort in bad BVD’s

Tear up the tickets

Strip the marquee

Turn off the light

I’m too tired to be Elvis tonight

 

Roosevelt, Truman and Ike

Never went limp at the mic

The Boys on the billboards don’t mind the cold

The kick of the Camels they hold

Here’ to the businessmen betting on me

I’m not the butterfly I used to be

I’m too fat to fight

I’m too tired to be Elvis tonight

 

The emperor’s wearing no clothes

He’s slumped in a curious pose

Cancel my escort

My white limousine

I won’t need your valium

Won’t need your visine

It’s my fear of heights

I’m too tired to be Elvis tonight

 

Bebopalula……


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Tough & Tender

 Rex Fowler © 2000

 

Memphis – Segregated South

High July, 1954                  

Down At Charlie’s – The Boy Who Would Be King

Dared To Dream And Opened Up That Door

It Was There In The Music - And In The Rhythm When He’d Sing

In The Lessons Learned - Both Obvious And Coy

And With No – Disrespect Intended

He Was A Tough And Tender, Gender Bending Boy

 

Beal Street – Soulful, Southern Stew

Integrating, Fascinating, Raw

Trans - forming – The Boy Who Would Be King

Into A Music Man, Like No One Ever Saw

It Was All In The Music - And In The Rhythm When He’d Sing

In The Lessons Learned - Both Obvious And Coy

And With No – Disrespect Intended

He Was A Tough And Tender - Gender Bending Boy

 

He Had Outrageous-Looks-Hair, Heart-Dare, Charm-Flair, Clothes & Poses

He Made Music Man, Like No One Ever Heard

Little Richard Said, ‘Thank God For Elvis Presley’

Maybe We Should We Take Him At His Word

 

Graceland – 1958

Eight Miles South On Highway 51

Mama – His Little Mama – She’s Got Her Chickens In Her Coop

And A Heavy Heart To Welcome Home Her Son

It Was All Because Of The Music - And The Rhythm When He’d Sing

And The Lessons Learned, Both Obvious And Coy

With Ab-solutely No – Disrespect Intended              

He Was His Mama’s Precious Child, Her Pride And Joy

And One Tough And Tender, Gender Bending Boy                          


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Velvet Elvis

©Fowler, MacDonald, Ludwig & Dean

 

Behold, the selling of the king

But ah that boy could sing

A sentimental man upon a throne

But he was all alone

Another sacrificial son

I can’t believe what they have done to you

Velvet Elvis, Velvet Elvis

Velvet Elvis, Velvet Elvis

His reach was long he grasped the ring

The man had everything

And some still wonder where you are Elvis

They wish upon your super star

But you knew your roll and played your part

Before you died of a broken heart

Velvet Elvis, Velvet Elvis

Velvet Elvis, Velvet Elvis

Don’t be cruel to a heat that’s true

Don’t be cruel to…

Velvet Elvis, Velvet Elvis

Velvet Elvis, Velvet Elvis


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The Cadillac Song

(©Tom Dean) Devpro Music Publishing

 

Hey sweet thing

You’re so young and fine

See this diamond ring

On my hand

If you’d like the chance

To meet the King

 

Meet me in my Cadillac babe

 

I’m just a workin man

But up there I’m the King

I’ve got the hairdo babe

I got the gemstone suit

And I kill em girl

When I start to sing

 

Baby love me tender don’t be cruel

 

So come with me

To Graceland girl

And we’ll take a walk

In the Memphis spring

And if you’d like a chance

To meet the King

 

Then meet me in my Cadillac babe

Meet me in my Cadillac babe


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Shine A little Light On Elvis
 Rex Fowler © 2001

 

He made mistakes - everyone does
And bless his soul - he lost control - of who he was
Yeah he got heavy – and sang some bad songs
But he sang some great ones - before he passed on
So lets shine a little light on Elvis
Lets shine a little light his way
Why don’t we shine a little light on Elvis
And appreciate the gift he gave
He grew up sheltered – and he grew up poor
But he grew up cherished - loved and adored
He had his dreams - like you and me
Then woke from his par-ents - pov-erty
So lets shine a little light on Elvis
Lets shine a little light his way
Why don’t we shine a little light on Elvis
And appreciate the price he paid 
And he carried their burdens - square up on his back
Until he could buy ‘em a brand new home & a couple’a brand new Cadillacs
Wish I could have done that - bet you do too
So how ‘bout some credit - where credit’s due
It’s time to - shine a little light on Elvis
Shine a little light his way
Cause when you shine on someone else-Th’ lite’l shine back on y’self 
And that’s bound to make a better day
Why don’t we - Shine a little light on Elvis
Shine a little light his way
Cause when you shine a little light - It’s like a beacon in the night
That can guide you ‘til the break of day                               

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