To a flaming star on a desert night,
In a Cadillac of golden light.
On the floor by the truck stop door he left
a prize.
A rock and roll surprise for Len and Grace,
A little baby boy in a guitar case.
The new Mum and Dad could hardly believe their eyes.
So they called me Li'l Elvis.
And mum reckons I'm the son of The King,
A-Li'l Elvis, uh huh.
I was born with a gift to sing.
So with Janet and Lionel, we made a band.
Spreading Didgibilli music, across the land.
The Truckstoppers! Li'l Elvis Jones.
Thank you very much.
Li'l Elvis hasn't run away.
He's been kidnapped.
Kidnapped?!
If he was here now, what would he say?
I'd say - I'm here!
My boy, he's back!
Now, if you've got the notion, to try some rock and roll. The Didgibilli music is the one and only goal.
So get down to the station, the train is set to go.
You need no invitation for the Li'l Elvis show.
The sun's beating down, we're really shaking up this town. Everybody's getting down, the music's going round and round.
Everybody tells me I'm the son of the king.
The Didgibilli music is the one and only thing, the one and only thing.
The Didgibilli music is the one and only thing!
Aaaah!
Well, that certainly bought the house down.
