Music seeps through the red door
Something about blue suede shoes
They tell me his music’s hated by parents
And the way he shakes those hips of his

Inside the girls were screaming wildly
As they grooved on the dance floor
Even the boys were jumping madly
Trying to copy that move of his

For the next ten years I followed
Watched and learned all he did
They called him the king of Rock ‘n’ roll
The mighty Joey Lewis Morgan King

Set the timer for nineteen fifty
Before Joey started his career
Called myself Elvis Aaron Presley
And used everything that I had learned

I was the one they called the King
Joey was just a pale imitation
All the world was at my feet
But somehow still it wasn’t enough

Could it be that guilt was me consuming
Drugs not enough to blunt the pain
This life was not mine for living
The shoes not meant for me to fill

Deeper, deeper the drugs take me
Reality becomes ever so blurred
The end is near, I feel it coming
Yet Joey still lives, surrounded by love