Well, it’s one for the money, Colonel Tom,
And if you’re in Vegas, two for the show,
Three burgers to get ready, and then some,
Put on the white suit, and now go man go.
It’s now, to the day, thirty years ago
He shuffled off this mortal toilet bowl,
And while he was alive, he’d never know
Just why he had been chosen for this role.
A young show-off, and yet still a shy soul,
By chance he found out how to make girls come:
They wouldn’t miss his hippy shaking show,
And neither could Missouri fail to roll.
This man soon rocked the world, just like a bomb
Exploding outwards from old Tupelo.
Thur 16 Aug 2007
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