I’m Fixing To Play Some Elvis
I’m fixing to play me some Elvis.
The first Elvis song I ever heard was Don’t Be Cruel, and it moved me because the lyrics of it perfectly described my situation at that particular time in my life.
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true. That line was the perfect message in 1961. It was about this girl I was infatuated with. But she paid no heed to it and was cruel to me every day. She hung out with seniors, flirted with football stars and always dashed away with the in crowd while I faded away on the fringe.
Baby, if I made you mad for something I might have said. It couldn’t have been that because every time I mustered up the courage to speak to her my saliva turned to super glue and bonded my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
I don’t want no other love, baby it’s just you I’m thinking of. She had to have known that was true since I was always hanging around her locker in the hallway attempting to convey that message through mental telepathy. I guess telepathy just wasn’t her thing. It was probably because her ponytail was slinging around in the air and messing up the mental images I kept sending her.
Why should we be apart, I really love you baby, cross my heart? I never got around to telling her that, but I thought she could see it in my eyes.
Evidently she couldn’t see any better than she could read minds because she would just sling her ponytail and walk right by me like I was invisible. My name should have been cellophane because she looked right through me.
If you can’t come around, at least please telephone. She never did in spite of all those little notes I slipped through the little slots on the door of her locker.
You know I can be found sitting home all alone. And I could, but she never came looking. But I had Elvis to keep me company. I played that little forty-five record so many times until it got so thin you could almost read the lyrics on it.
I’ll bet that ponytail has gone into slow motion by now, turned from gold to silver, and morphed into a different do. She’s probably reminiscing right now while she’s flipping through her CD’s looking for that special Elvis song that reminds her of me.
I found mine, so in honor of our lost love, I’m fixing to play me some Elvis.