Tosca, Act II: Vissi d'arte (Tosca) - Antonio Pappano (安东尼欧·帕帕诺) 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 U.S. 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 He's a copycat Trying to steal my soul But he's too fat To rock'n'rol He's a copycat Trying to steal my soul But he's too fat To rock'n'roll
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
