Alba s touto skladbou:
2009,
Bury the Hatchet,
Jinx,
Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
there’s a guy looking just like me
wearing the same blue suede shoes
singing the same old blues
Way down in the US of A
there’s a guy doing things my way
combing the same greasy hair
hugging the same teddy bear
He’s a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but he’s too fat to rock ‘n’ roll
He’s a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but he’s too fat to rock ‘n’ roll
Way down in the deep deep South
there’s a guy with a girly mouth
eating the same banana sandwich
dressed in the same kind of kitsch
Way down by the Mississippi river
there’s a guy with a voice that quivers
driving the same Cadillac car
Chasing the same lucky star
He’s a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but he’s too fat to rock ‘n’ roll
He’s a copycat, trying to steal my soul
but he’s too fat to rock ‘n’ roll
Way down in America
there’s a guy, rich and arrogant
dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer
Way down in the land of the brave
there’s a guy lying in his grave
‘Cause nobody duplicating my jive
will never get away with that alive
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he’s too dead to rock ‘n’ roll
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he’s too dead to rock ‘n’ roll
Copycat
To rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll…
He’s too dead
To rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll…
Copy-copycat, copycat
Copy-copycat, copycat
Copy-copycat, copycat
Copy-copycat, copycat
He was a copycat
