up like a Lilty at the scrake of dawn
his haunting uhuhuh ahoohoo wafted
round us getting ready for school

we watched him agog in the evening
squeezing into his karate jumpsuit
kicking and chopping in anticipation

ready to cast his sequins and burst
his buttons amongst the swine
by God that man could handle a mike

my da lived like The King and he died
like The King, breeks round his ankles
hamburger in hand on his porcelain throne

now I see him at the window
of a Graceland only in my mind
tubby silhouette in his quaking pose

now I flail, dippy groupie drowning in his wake
imperfectly executing lunges of my hips
longing to feel his perfect curl on my lips