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Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley


Background information
Birth name Elvis Aaron Presley
Born January 8, 1935
Born place Tupelo, Mississippi, United States
Died August 16, 1977
Death place Memphis, Tennessee, United States
Genre(s) Rock'n'Roll
Pop
Rockabilly
Country
Blues
Gospel
Years active 1954—1977
Label(s) RCA Records
Sun Records
Associated acts The Jordanaires
Website Website



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Elvis Presley Album


Fun In Acapulco (1963)
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Acapulco, sleeping in the bay
Acapulco, wake up and greet the day
Time to tell the guitars and sleepy-eyed stars
To be on their way
It's such a beautiful morning, for a holiday

Hey now come on, you old sleepy head
See the sky turning red, and you're still in bed
It's fun in Acapulco

Acapulco, look here comes the sun
Acapulco, it's a day for fun
I can't wait till I meet your sweet senoritas
Kiss everyone
This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun

I can't wait till I meet your sweet senoritas
Kiss everyone
This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun
This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun

...this is no time for siesta...this is time for fun...

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Viva el vino, viva el dinero
Viva, Viva

El amor

I like to drink wine, and money is fine
But I like the girls even more
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor

Some pesos you pass, put wine in her glass
And soon she will say "si senor"
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor

With wine on your lips and money in your pocket
And your sweetheart in your arms
You're rich as you can be
So lift up your glass, let's sing it all together
Muchachas, caballeros, make this toast with me

We'll drink one more time, with money and wine
Let's drink to the girls we adore
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor

Sing one more time, money and wine
Let's sing to the girls we adore

Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva...

El amor

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Mexico, Mexico
They've got muchas, mucha-chas, amigos
...Latin features,never saw such adorable creatures
...Love to dig, ooh...the nights here

We live it up and love it up amigo
Life begins when you're in Mexico

You never order, water
When you order south of the border
...In to kiss a lovely senorita
Ooh.. the samba, la bamba
...I'll go where you go
Life begins when you're in Mexico

Mexico, Mexico
They've got muchas mucha-chas, amigos
...never saw such adorable creatures

We'll live it up and love it up amigo
Life begins...when you're in...Mexico...

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There's a legend of a famous matador
Who went to meet El Toro
Though he fought as he had never done before
He could not beat, El Toro

The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame

They said time would never heal the many scars
Brought by the great, El Toro
And the bitterness that burned deep in his heart
Caused him to hate, El Toro

The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame

So one night, when no-one was on sight
The matador, went to finish the score
In the lonely fields, beneath the pale moonlight
He fought the bull...and they fought once more

When they found the matador and saw him dying
He'd never see tomorrow
Now they say that on the spot where he was lying
Still walks the proud El Toro

The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame....

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Who makes my heart beat like thunder?
Who makes my temperature rise?
Who makes me tremble with wonderful rapture
With one burning glance, from her eyes

Marguerita...

Once I was free as a gypsy
A creature too wild to tame
Then suddenly I saw, Marguerita
And I was caught, like a moth in the flame

Marguerita...is her name

Marguerita...

Her lips have made me her prisoner
A slave to her every command
She captivates me, and intoxicates me
With one little touch of her hand

Marguerita....

Sweet...Marguerita...sweet,sweet Marguerita....

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Pedro the bull was a killer
King of the bullfighter ringer
He'd wipe up the floor with each brave matador
And have matador stew for his dinner

He heard the crowd shouting "Olé"
But he met his master that day

The bullfighter was a lady
And it was true love at first sight
Her red cape was waving but Pedro was shaking (or shaving?)
He wanted to date her that night

Olé

Pedro the bull he was smitten
First time the love bug had bitten


He once was a mad bull, a wild and a bad bull
But now he was mild as a kitten

The people were starting to hiss
But Pedro just wanted to kiss

The bullfighter was a lady
And Pedro he liked what he saw
He floated on air with a rose in his hair
As he waltzed with that sweet matador

His fate was a bad one, his tale is a sad one
It's hanging right over her door

Olé!

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This was gonna be the night tonightI was gonna get to hold you tightBut I guess we didn't plan it rightI never stood a chance, we couldn't dance
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports carYou can't move forward or backThere's no room to do what the beat tells you toWithout throwing your spine outta wack
When a little kiss I want to stealI hit my head against the steering wheelNow I know the way a pretzel feelsAll I can do is shout...Hey let me out!!

Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports carYou can't move forward or backThere's no room to do what the beat tells you toWithout throwing your spine outta wack
What a way to waste a day with youNothing happens that can tell the truthLet's go out and find a telephone boothYeah that's a better place, I like more space
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports carYou can't move forward or backThere's no room to do what the beat tells you toWithout throwing your spine outta wack

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No-one's in a hurry
No-one seems to worry
Why they're all so happy is very clear
Every day siesta, every night fiesta
I think I'm gonna like it here

All this lovely scenery
There's more to it than greenery
I know a chance for romance is always near
Mission bells are ringing, everybody's singing
I think I'm gonna like it hear

The sound of laughter from every doorway
Sweet music floating across the square
It seems to say things are going better
Your troubles like bubbles will soon disappear in the air

Down to my last peso, but I'm not afraid to say so
I feel just like a brave, Spanish cavalier
I don't care where we go, so lead on" mi amigo"
I think I'm gonna like it here

Melodias.....lapieras

Your troubles like bubbles will soon disappear in the air

Down to my last peso, but I'm not afraid to say so
I feel just like a brave, Spanish cavalier
I don't care where we go, so lead on" mi amigo"
I think I'm gonna like it here

I think I'm gonna like it here
I think I'm gonna like it here

I think I'm gonna like it here.

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I said, 'Take it easy, baby
I worked all day and my feet feel just like lead
You got my shirt tails
Flyin' all over the place
And the sweat poppin' out of my head'
She said, 'Hey, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on a workin' child
This ain't no time to quit'
She said, 'Go, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
I'm about to have myself a fit'
Bossa nova, Bossa nova

I said, 'Hey little mama,
Let's sit down
Have a drink and dig the band'
She said, 'Drink, drink, drink
Oh, fiddle-de-dink
I can dance with a drink in my hand'
She said 'Hey Bossa nova, baby
Keep on workin' child
This ain't no time to drink'
She said 'Go, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
'Cause I ain't got time to think'

I said, 'Come on, baby
It's hot in here
And it's oh so cool outside
If you lend me a dollar
I can buy some gas
And we can go for a little ride'
She said, 'Hey Bossa nova, baby
Keep on workin' child
I ain't got time for that'
She said, 'Go Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
Or I'll find myself another cat'

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You can't say no, in Acapulco
With every beat your heart will answer yes
Where lovers sing instead of talk
And dance instead of walk together
In a night, that's filled with stars
And strumming guitars

You can't say no, in Acapulco
Where romance blooms, and love is in the air
So kiss me tender, love me true
Darling feel this magic too
Don't say no, you can't say no, in Acapulco

You can't say no, in Acapulco
Where romance blooms, and love is in the air
So kiss me tender, love me true
Darling feel this magic too
Don't say no, you can't say no, in Acapulco

Don't say no...you can't say no, in Acapulco

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Guadalajara, Guadalajara...
Guadalajara, Guadalajara

Tienes el alma de provinciana
Hueles a limpio a rosa temprana

Aver de jara fresca del rio
Son mil palomos to case rio
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Sabes a pura tierra mojada

(Ay!! ja ja, ay, ja ja,aj! ja, ja..Ay!! ja ja)

Aj!!! colomitos lejanos....aj!!!..ojitos de agua hermanos

Ay colomitos i nol vidables, i nol vidables como las tardes
En que la lluvia, des de la loma, ir nos hacia, hasta Zapopam

AY!! misermano..Ay-ja-ja...Mexicano...

Ay colomitos i nol vidables, i nol vidables como las tardes
En que la lluvia, des de la loma, ir nos hacia, hasta Zapopam

Guadalajara, Guadalajara...Guadalajara..Guadalajara

Guadalajara....Guadalajara

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May this tenderness cling
When the fire of Spring
Is a memory
May you still be my own
When a hundred years have flown

But if it can't be
Give this moment to me
While our dream is bright
Put your sweet arms around me
And love me tonight

Love me tonight
Let me feel your lips on mine
And though I pray
Forever and a day I'll be
Possessing you

I'll confess to you
If I knew that our love would be gone
With the stars in the dawn's grey light
I'd still hold you close and whisper
Love me tonight

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Slowly but surely I'm gonna wear you down
Slowly but surely I'm gonna bring you round
To my way of thinking, my way of kissing, my way of lovin'
Slowly but surely, I'm gonna make you mine

I ain't gonna rush ya', I'll let you meditate
Though I wanna crush ya' my arms will have to wait
I'll just take it easy, so nice and easy, real cool really
Slowly but surely, I'm gonna make you mine

Oh yeah! Mm-mm, I've got a feelin' I'm not wasting my time
Oh yeah! When you get the message it's going to be fine
Slowly but surely, the table's gonna turn
Slowly but surely, your lips are gonna burn
For what you've been missin' is my kind of kissin', my kind of lovin'
Slowly but surely, I'm gonna make you mine

Oh yeah! Mm-mm, I've got a feelin' I'm not wasting my time
Oh yeah! When you get the message it's going to be fine
Slowly but surely, the table's gonna turn
Slowly but surely, your lips are gonna burn
For what you've been missin' is my kind of kissin', my kind of lovin'
Slowly but surely, I'm gonna make you mine
I'm gonna make you mine
I'm gonna make you mine

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