Elvis Was Just Like A Big Old

One Of My Real Goals Was To Hear Someone Whistling A Song I'd Written.

Who Discreetly Whispers You Forgot To Zip Up Your Pants? You Babe, You're My Bestest Friend.

Bought All The Beatle Records, I Sounded Just Like Paul.

There Was A Chance For Me To Write One Song For The Section Where Elvis Sat In His Black Leather Outfit And Sang The Old Hits. At Eight Oclock The Next Morning I Had Written Memories.

If It Was Just Me And Elvis One On One, Which Only Happened Once Or Twice In The Times That I Did See Him, It Was A Really Comfortable. He Was A Cool Guy... Easy Laugh, Nice Guy.