The Prophet Elvis Thine Pelvis
And the Prophet Elvis spake and said unto them:
Why art thou All Shook Up? Doest not Step On
Thy Blue Suede Shoes but gat out into The Ghetto
for thou art Nothin But A Hound Dog.
Little Sister knoweth not what thy Big Sister
Done but taketh thy Hunk Of Burning Love
and be Thy Teddy Bear.
Love Thy Tender
and cast aside thy Suspicious Minds and
begat in Viva Las Vegas forevermore.
Walk with thee and thou shall not be caught in the Kentucky Rain and Wear Thy Ring Around Thine Neck for That's Alright Mama, thou Rock-A-Hula-Baby.
The Prophet Micketh Jagger
A hush did befall the crowds as
the giant lips did part and so it was spake:
Thou Can't Get No Satisfacton on the day
of Ruby Tuesday, for it is written.
Yea, Tis Only Rock 'n Roll But Thou
Likest It.
And the angel Angie shall
appear before thee and wipe thy sadness
from thine eyes.
Feast ye on thy Brown
Sugar and Start Thy Up.
Wash this down
with Vodka and Thee Be A Fool To Cryeth.
Get Off Of Thy Cloud for behold! She
Art A Rainbow (probably created in
Adobe Photoshop) Thy Honky Tonk
Woman. Throwest Thy Tumblin Dice
Undercover Of The Night and thou
shalt not have Emotional Rescue for
thou art Losing Thy Touch:
but Thy
Can't Always Get What Thy Want
so fall, I pray thee, Under My Thumb
and I shall leadest thee unto Jumpin
Jack Flash and I shall lead thee not
unto thy 19th Nervous Breakdown.
The Three Wise Holy Brothers Gibb
And the harmony did shrill out across the land....
Yea, though the vodka doeseth make of the
Saturday Night Fever, fear not for Tragedy
shall not befall thee.
Go forth unto Massachusetts.
Thy Has Gotta Get Thy Message To Thee.
Thy Should Be Dancin; deliever thee from
thy Jive Talkin for thee cannot get Too Much
Heaven be thee Stayin' Alive..for it is written.
The Prophet Rockin Rod 'Knoweth Ye Not Why They Call Thee Rod' Stewart
Thy Wear It Well and cometh, I beg thee, unto Maggie May,
The Holy Angel for Thou Art In Thy Heart.
Tonight
Be Thy Night but Hark! The Slaying Of Georgie...
Part 1 and 11 and Thy Don't Wanna Talk About It.
Thy Was Only Joking but catcheth, I pray thee, the
Downtown Train with Baby Jane and fall upon thy
knees before me when thou hearest me cry:
Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?
For it is so.