Who’s the fella with the fingers?
he’s the king of country singers,
leaves a lullaby that lingers,
he’s got soul.
Out of East Louisiana,
he’s the priest of the piana,
even if you aint a fan o’
rock ‘n roll.
If they say his music’s moody,
Jerry woos the judge and jury,
with a little boogie-woogie
dipped in gold.
Sure he’s had his misadventures,
he don’t try to be pretentious,
he’s a nightmare for the censors
Didn’t like the seminary,
cos it wasn’t very Jerry,
pleasing God by makin’ merry,
that’s his goal.
Girls from Memphis to Manilla,
all come calling on The Killer,
when they feel the need to fill a
Young pretenders try to copy,
but it leaves their fingers floppy,
when the good lord saw him off he
broke the mould.