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 |
