In mid August '77
Me and my sister in O'Hare
A voice came on the Tannoy said
The king is dead
I was sixteen in that summer
Of Space Invaders and Disneyland
Still the words rang round my head
The king is dead
No more "Blue Moon"
No more "Hound Dog"
No more "Lonely Street" that's all gone now
The news went out around the world
On waves and wires it was heard
When we got home the papers read
The king is dead
No more "Blue Moon"
No more "Hound Dog"
No more "Lonely Street" that's all gone now
Each of us end up somewhere
Between Vegas and Tupelo
Wish we were somewhere else instead
It goes unsaid
It goes unsaid
