Elvis Sinatra ©2011 Robert George BMI

Well, I put on “Love Me Tender”
I was born to play the King
Then I knelt before my sweetheart
With a gold engagement ring
She said “Yes” and then I told her
I had somethin’ to explain
My past was a mystery, she should know my history
Before she took my name

Cos you may be Chuck or Seth
You may be Cain or Abel Smith
Mister, you are stuck till death
With the name you’re labeled with

Mom n Dad were wed in Vegas
In a chapel on the Strip
And the preacher dressed like Elvis
And he blessed ‘em both with chips
Then my parents saw Sinatra
Singin’ at the Sands
Then my father broke the bank, he had Lady Luck to thank
For a streak of winning hands

Cos you may be Buck or Seth
You may be Cain or Abel Smith
Sister, you are stuck till death
With the name you’re labeled with

Then the dealer called the pit boss
Said that dad was countin’ cards
Dad was strong-armed in a back room
By a buncha goons n guards
There were gonna kill my father
Dump his body…keep his dough
Then a short n skinny guy, with a pair of deep blue eyes
Told those goons to let me go

Cos you may be Chuck or Seth
You may be Cain or Abel Smith
Sister, you are stuck till death
With the name you’re labeled with

Well, my daddy found my mama
And they hid out in their room
All the money and the danger
Musta fueled their honeymoon
I was born just nine months later
And that’s how I got my name
Honey, I can’t sing a note, and that trust fund from my folks
Is my only claim to fame

Cos you may be Chuck or Seth
You may be Cain or Abel Smith
Mister, you are stuck till death
With the name you’re labeled with

Well, she slipped on my engagement ring
Sayin’ “love n luck are crazy things
Cos I wish my party hardy Mama
Hadn’t grown up list’nin’ to Madonna”

Cos you may be Chuck or Beth
You may be Jane or Mabel Smith
Mister, you are stuck till death
With the name you’re labeled with