The King of Rock and Roll is Canadian

Kofi Fosu Forson

Call him pimp of pompadours cocks his cigarette like a hunk. Burning into skin names of women he had over'n out and done. Where were you the night of Betty Blue where were you that night. His rhythm and blues bore scars on my tooth songs about a hooker.

Pussy Kings made love to the very thing smoldering summer fling. Gigging at the Chelsea bars wailing from taxi cars blue guitars. Blond-eyed Unis girls waiting their turn hoping to burn burn burn. Where were you the night of Betty Blue where were you that night.

Letters he read to a girl from Canada Big Daddy Canadian Dada. Ruby Soho lips like wet dream Ruby Soho black as ice-cream. Channeling the spirit of Leo and Claire lovers by Shakespeare. Romeo Romeo falling at her feet dancing to a rock and roll beat.