The Elvis Hooker Songtext
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Elvis Hooker
Elvis Hooker
Just like the Elvis Hooker

We′ve all got dreams
Yeah, yeah
And we end up in style

It's a dead end street
Where we all meet

And Jesus Christ had his time
Paid his price
And Evel Knievel had his flight
Searching for the Motherload

The path is long and there′s no end in sight
So keep running every day and every night
With the fleas, the punks, all the chumps
Take us to that Motherload


Just like the Elvis Hooker
We've all got dreams
Yeah, yeah
And we end up in style

It's a dead end street
Where we all meet

Come close and check out my clothes
And bare in mind that nobody knows
An imitation and slow with the rate of folks
And making waves for most of the day
And then I′m pale or get killed by my weight
The holes that I dug don′t mean much
Get in them and they're great

Just like the Elvis Hooker
Just like the Elvis Hooker
Just like
Just like
Just like the Elvis Hooker