Elvis Died Next Year Lyrics

I met a man in '77 who said elvis is gonna die, might go to heaven

I'm from the future, man, that's all you need to know

I met a man in 73 who said Ziggy Stardust is retiring

I think he's finally heading back to mars

I met a gal in 45 who said they're gonna end the war this time

They built a bomb so big but they can't control it

I met a woman back in 1912 a big ship had just set sail

She said I got a sinking feeling this doesn't end well

We're all going down

He said, "Elvis died next year"

I thought it sounded queer

Oh how strange the things we hold dear

They always disappear

I met a guy in 86 who said you better watch the soviets

Chernobyl's about to have a melt down

I met a man in 71 who said sweet Marilyn's time is done

She gets another year down here and then she's gone

I met a girl in late 39 who told me Amelia Earhart's still alive

Getting fat on fish on a pacific isle and I believed her

I met a man in 2034 who said they're gonna try to start the third world war

Because men are greedy and they never learn nothin', naw

He said, "Elvis died next year"

I thought it sounded queer

Oh how strange the things we hold dear

They always disappear

I met a girl in 69 said Woodstock is gonna be a real good time

Ask me if I wanted to come along

I met a man in Tiananmen Square

He said a whole lot of people are gonna die right here

You know you have to make your peace with the world

In case you haven't figured it out you see I'm the man I've been talking about

I went back to visit myself as a kid

I said you're gonna see some things to come man

Some of them won't be much fun man

The worst part if you can't change anything about it

You see you gotta learn how to live your life

You gotta learn to choose what's right

Cause you only get one shot at this life down here

I asked me, "Well, what about God above?"

I said, "Let me tell you brother He's full of Love

And one day He's gonna make everything right"

I said, "Elvis died next year"

I thought it sounded queer

Oh how strange the chains we hold dear

They always disappear