SORRY MISTER PRESLEY

It wasn't my fault I put it down to the booze 
I'm guilty of stepping on those blue suede shoes 
Mr Presley was all shook up with this news 
Went to the Heartbreak Hotel no time to lose 

I was looked down upon with suspicious minds 
For in the ghetto I'm afraid it takes all kinds 
Later I was sent to the jailhouse to obviously rock
A little less conversation now taking stock 

So nothing to say and certainly no dialogue
I was treated quite literally like a hound dog 
Stepping on those shoes certainly wasn't clever
Time to make my escape it's now or never