Wendy Under The Stars

I was sitting there, watching TV

Wendy came and sat on my knee

She put her finger in my ear

But I pulled it out so I could hear

What the newsman on the television said

He said the king of rock' n roll was dead

And in the spooky television light

She said, "Don't ever forget this night."

I was fucking Wendy under the stars, the night that Elvis died

As we walked across the dew wet field

I never ever thought she would yield

To my young body's aching desire

For an older woman's well banked fire

By the left hand I was led

To the place that we would make our bed

And embracing in the blue moonlight

She said, "Don't ever forget this night."

I was fucking Wendy under the stars, the night that Elvis died

She was thirty-one, I was seventeen

I found out then what passion could mean

I thought I loved her, but I didn't know how

I don't love her when I see her now

With the tape deck turned up loud

She made a young man feel strong and proud

And in the coolness of the morning light

She said, "Don't ever forget this night."

I was fucking Wendy under the stars, the night that Elvis died