I was sitting there watching tv
wendy came and sat on my knee
she put her finger in my ear
but i pulled it out so i could hear
what the newsman on the television said
he said the king of rock'n'roll was dead
and in the spooky television light
she said, "don't ever forget this night"

i was fucking wendy under the stars,
the night that elvis died
i was fucking wendy under the stars,
the night that elvis died

as we walked across the dew wet field
i never ever thought she would yield
to my you body's aching desire
for and older woman's well banked fire
by the left hand i was led
to the place that we would make our bed
and embracing in the blue moonlight
she said, "don't ever forget this night"

i was fucking wendy under the stars,
the night that elvis died
i was fucking wendy under the stars,
the night that elvis died

she was 31 i was 17
i found out then what passion could mean
i thought i loved her but i didn't know how
i don't lover her when i see her now
with the tape deck turned up loud
she made a young man feel strong and proud
and in the coolness of the morning light
she said, "don't ever forget this night"

i was fucking wendy under the stars,
the night that elvis died
i was fucking wendy under the stars,
the night that elvis died
the night that elvis died...the night that elvis died...