That Ain't Elvis Playing Piano Lyrics - Eighteen Visions

The piano players dead 

Someone shot him in the head 

I want to make sweet love to his fucking music 

Who would've wanted the show to end this early? 

I guess it's time for the curtain call 

Listen to the symphony 

Can you hear them play our fucking song? 

Listen to our fucking love, yeah 

The king said to rock it, shake, rattle n roll 

But who's behind the piano if the piano players dead? 

It sure as hell, ain't Elvis, so cut the fucking music