Well I saw a crowd a-gathered Must've been somebody shot Reporters scribbled shorthand And photographed the spot I moved in a little closer But I couldn't see no blood Just a gold-plated chariot Arisin' from the mud Then I heard a soulful murmur And it sounded like his voice It began to sing, it was the King It was Elvis' Rolls Royce Now the wood-grained bar was open Like he was about to have a drink A white-gloved chauffeur at the wheel I never saw him blink The bobbies looked indifferent Clearly they were not amused It was just another auction piece And it didn't matter whose D-Day was upon me And I had to make a choice Next thing I know I'm at the wheel of Elvis' Rolls Royce Well I made a left at Parliament And hit the pedal hard And I tipped my hat and I smiled As I passed by Scotland Yard Now the voice is talkin' to me It says "There's nothing to fear" It was coming from the back seat But there was no one in the mirror I got a little nervous I think I lost my poise As we crossed the great Atlantic In Elvis' Rolls Royce When we got to New York City The crowds went wild to say the least As I steered my precious cargo Through the belly of the beast Then I took off down the Interstate And drove throughout the night Till I reached the state of Tennessee In the early morning light There they were, the gates of Graceland My eyes got kind of moist Home sweet home to rock'n'roll And Elvis' Rolls Royce
Well I saw a crowd a-gathered Must've been somebody shot Reporters scribbled shorthand And photographed the spot I moved in a little closer But I couldn't see no blood Just a gold-plated chariot Arisin' from the mud Then I heard a soulful murmur And it sounded like his voice It began to sing, it was the King It was Elvis' Rolls Royce Now the wood-grained bar was open Like he was about to have a drink A white-gloved chauffeur at the wheel I never saw him blink The bobbies looked indifferent Clearly they were not amused It was just another auction piece And it didn't matter whose D-Day was upon me And I had to make a choice Next thing I know I'm at the wheel of Elvis' Rolls Royce Well I made a left at Parliament And hit the pedal hard And I tipped my hat and I smiled As I passed by Scotland Yard Now the voice is talkin' to me It says "There's nothing to fear" It was coming from the back seat But there was no one in the mirror I got a little nervous I think I lost my poise As we crossed the great Atlantic In Elvis' Rolls Royce When we got to New York City The crowds went wild to say the least As I steered my precious cargo Through the belly of the beast Then I took off down the Interstate And drove throughout the night Till I reached the state of Tennessee In the early morning light There they were, the gates of Graceland My eyes got kind of moist Home sweet home to rock'n'roll And Elvis' Rolls Royce
