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Die Spoorlose Verdwyning Van Elvis Du Preez

Kom laat ek vertel van Elvis du Preez
Al het dit ʼn ruk gelede gebeur
Elvis wat so voetslaan, Elvis wat so stap
Met velskoene en kakies en kouse wat krap

Almal was bang as Elvis inbars
By Incognito op ʼn double time mars
Jy soek net nie kak met ʼn bras brush cut
Jy sukkel nie sommer met ʼn honderd en agt

Elvis rook Lexington en Boxer-tabak
Gestop in ʼn pyp uit ʼn seilknapsak
Elvis drink whisky uit ʼn blik hip flask
Deur ʼn bannelingoupa op Ceylon gemaak

Wat noem jy ʼn budgie met masjiengeweer?
Eenvoudige antwoord: Jy roep hom meneer
As Elvis se skouer jou stamp by die bar
Knik jy eerbiedig vir die vriendelike gebaar

Met bulderende arms maak Elvis amok
Mik na elke paar bene in enige rok
En as die tegniek die teiken mis
Ontluik daar ʼn crooner wat sing en sus

Elvis rook Lexington en Boxer-tabak
Gestop in ʼn pyp uit ʼn seilknapsak
Elvis drink whisky uit ʼn blik hip flask
Deur ʼn bannelingoupa op Ceylon gemaak

En toe het Elvis spoorloos verdwyn
Hulle sê dit was mans met ʼn bakkie en boeie
Laat daardie aand haar opgelaai
En wat toe gebeur het, kan ons net raai

Elvis, ek verdwaal ook soms in die strate
Ek kom van Pretoria, maar hierdie is nou Tshwane
Is jy nog iewers in Sunnyside, stukkende blom?
Dis dalk nou veiliger om uit te kom

Elvis rook Lexington en Boxer-tabak
Gestop in ʼn pyp uit ʼn seilknapsak
Elvis drink whisky uit ʼn blik hip flask
Deur ʼn bannelingoupa op Ceylon gemaak

The Mysterious Disappearance of Elvis Du Preez

Come let me tell you of Elvis du Preez
Although it happened some time ago
Elvis who walked and walked and walked
In veldskoens and khakis and socks that chafed

Everyone was scared when Elvis would burst in
At Incognito on a double time march
You just don't pick a fight with a burly brush cut
You don't mess with a hundred and eight

Elvis smokes Lexington and Boxer tobacco
Packed in a pipe from a canvas knapsack
Elvis drinks whisky from a tin hip flask
Made by an outlaw grandfather in Ceylon

What do you call a budgie with a machine gun?
Simple answer: You call him Sir
When Elvis's shoulder bumps you at the bar
You nod respectfully at the friendly gesture

With thunderous arms Elvis rampaged
Aiming at every pair of legs in any frock
And when the technique misses the target
A crooner emerges who sings and soothes

Elvis smokes Lexington and Boxer tobacco
Packed in a pipe from a canvas knapsack
Elvis drinks whisky from a tin hip flask
Made by an outlaw grandfather in Ceylon

And then Elvis disappeared without a trace
They say it was men with a van and handcuffs
They picked her up that late evening
And what happened then, we can only guess

Elvis, I also sometimes get lost in the streets
I'm from Pretoria, but this is now Tshwane
Are you still somewhere in Sunnyside, broken flower?
It might be safer to come out now

Elvis smokes Lexington and Boxer tobacco
Packed in a pipe from a canvas knapsack
Elvis drinks whisky from a tin hip flask
Made by an outlaw grandfather in Ceylon