Elvis was a Black Belt

from Interspecies Disco by Biscuithead and the Biscuit Badgers

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Elvis was a black belt

Well………
When I was young I wanted to play the guitar. They said learn your scales and some day you'll go far. So I practiced and I practiced until I'd had enough, maybe I'd have been better off going wax on wax off.

Because Elvis was a black belt and I want to be one too and if I don't like karate then I'll have a go at kung fu. I think Elvis was 'Elvis the pelvis' cos he was skilled in a martial art. So, if you want to sing just like the king, then tai chi’s not a bad start. Well…….

Now……..
I played my scales on my own till I was feeling sad. I was very lonely but my technique wasn't half bad. To cheer myself up I bought a dog, it was a shitsu, maybe I'd have been better off learning jujitsu.

And furthermore……….
I wrote songs in my bedsit. I wrote songs in my condo, maybe I'd have been better off learning tae kwon do. When I think of all the music I've played and all the songs I've sung, maybe I'd have been better off learning wing chung.

Because Elvis was a black belt and I want to be one too and if I don't like karate then I'll have a go at kung fu. I think Elvis was 'Elvis the pelvis' cos he was skilled in a martial art. So, if you want to sing just like the king, then tai chi’s not a bad start. If you want to sing just like the king, then tai chi's not a bad, chi gong's not a bad, tai chi's not a bad start.

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from Interspecies Disco, released May 10, 2010

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Biscuithead and the Biscuit Badgers Leeds, UK

From time immemorial these musicians have stood at the gateway of nonsense begging peanuts. Spending most of their time trapped in force fields and vortices, occasionally they are released to stalk the streets of Leeds. On such occasions you might hear the plaintive cry of Sam’s tuba, the mournful crow of Dean’s ukulele, the excited jazzy croaking of Bob’s piano or the purr of Matty’s drums. ... more