The king

                     The king
   
                    Not a royal,
                Yet he was a king,
               Rocking and rolling,
                      You sang,
       Black hair, blue eyes and                   that quiff,
         Gyrating pelvis, those                         moving legs,
            The oldies not keen,
  Girls going wild plus the odd                    boy too,
  The voice of a god, so good 
                   looking,
          He was an actor to,
          Died way to young,
         Will always be known,
        The King of rock and roll.