[STAGE BANTER]

ELVIS: Well, this is a song that another gentlemen that you saw tonight wrote. This is written by Ian Dury. C'mon. This is called "Roadette Song."


[SONG BEGINS]

(One, two, one two three four)

She can roll her shoulder, she can roll her ass
Ain't no doubt about it, she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knees
When she move it over, does the best to please
Diction very bad, friction double rich
Brazen little hussy, rock n' rollin' bitch
When it come to business, take off like a jet
Rockin's her vocation, she's a very high roadette

Young man, there ain't no need to hustle
Young man, slow down your hustle bustle
You can take your time, young man
Some of this is muscle

Lightning on her legs, spitfire on her hip
Rock n' roll's a habit, guitar wrote the script
Messed up on her history, won the schooling prize
Does her heavy thinking with her bristols and her thighs
Never had a teacher messing with her brain
You should see her pupils, music's in her veins
Shifting her transmission like a Chevrolet Corvette
Rock n' roll relations with a very high roadette
Hey young man, there ain't no need to hustle
Young man, slow down your hustle bustle
You can take your time, young man
Some of this is muscle

[Saxophone solo]

Hey young man, there ain't no need to hustle
Young man, slow down your hustle bustle
You can take your time, young man
Some of this is muscle

She can roll her shoulder, she can roll her ass
Ain't no doubt about it, she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knees
When she move it over, does the best to please
Diction very bad, friction double rich
Brazen little hussy, rock n' rollin' bitch
When it comes to business, take off like a jet
Rockin's her vocation, she's a very high roadette

Hey young man, there ain't no need to hustle
Young man, slow down your hustle bustle
You can take your time, young man
Some of this is muscle