Loudon Wainwright III

Happy birthday, Elvis; You're not really dead. It's a lie, it's just a crock, Something some people said. I heard a cassette of you speaking On a telephone; From a bunker beneath Graceland, The king sits on his throne. Happy birthday, Elvis; Fifty-ei

Everything she sees she says she wants. Everything she wants I see she gets. That's my daughter in the water everything she owns I bought her Everything she owns. That's my daughter in the water, everything she knows I taught her. Everything she know

When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way Cause there's way too much sunshine round here I don't know about you I get so sick of blue skies Whenever they always appear And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down On my carport roof made ou

This summer I went swimming, This summer I might have drowned But I held my breath and I kicked my feet And I moved my arms around, I moved my arms around. This summer I swam in the ocean, And I swam in a swimming pool, Salt my wounds, chlorine my ey