Oh darling,
why do you talk so fast?
Another evening just flew past tonight.
And now the daybreak's coming in,
and I can't win and it ain't right.
You tell me all you've done and seen,
and all the places you have been without me.
Well,
I don't really want to know,
but I'll stay quiet,
and then I'll go,
and you won't have no cause to think about me.
There's a guy works down the chip shop squares,
he's Elvis.
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true.
There's a guy works down the chip shop squares,
he's Elvis.
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you.
Oh darling,
you're so popular.
You were the best thing you in Hicksville,
Tennessee.
With your mohair suits and fire-run shoes.
News is you changed your pickup for a Seville.
And now I'm lying here alone,
cause you're out there on the phone to some star in New York.
I can hear you laughing now,
and I can't help feeling that somehow
you don't mean anything you say at all.
There's a guy works down the chip shop squares,
he's Elvis.
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true.
There's a guy works down the chip shop squares,
he's Elvis.
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you.
There's a guy works down the chip shop squares,
he's Elvis.
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true.
There's a guy works down the chip shop squares,
he's Elvis.
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you.
I said he's a liar and I'm not sure about you.
Oh yes, he's a liar and I'm not sure about you.
I said he's a liar and I'm not sure about you.