Intro
Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
thereâs a guy looking just like me
wearing the same blue suede shoes
singing the same old blues
Way down in the US of A
thereâs a guy doing things my way
combing the same greasy hair
hugging the same teddy bear
Heâs a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but heâs too fat to rock ânâ roll
Heâs a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but heâs too fat to rock ânâ roll
Way down in the deep deep South
thereâs a guy with a girly mouth
eating the same banana sandwich
dressed in the same kind of kitsch
Way down by the Mississippi river
thereâs a guy with a voice that quivers
driving the same Cadillac car
Chasing the same lucky star
Heâs a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but heâs too fat to rock ânâ roll
Heâs a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but heâs too fat to rock ânâ roll
Way down in America
thereâs a guy, rich and arrogant
dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer
Solo
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Way down in the land of the brave
thereâs a guy lying in his grave
âCause nobody duplicating my jive
will never get away with that alive
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now heâs too dead to rock ânâ roll
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now heâs too dead to rock ânâ roll
to rock ânâ roll
To rock ânâ roll,
Copycat
To rock ânâ roll,
rock ânâ roll
rock ânâ roll
Heâs too
rock ânâ roll
heâs too dead to rock ânâ roll
rock ânâ roll
rock ânâ roll
rock ânâ roll
rock ânâ roll
Copycat
Copy-Copycat Copycat
Copy-copycat, copycat
Copy-copycat, copycat
He was a copycat