Don’t tell me you don't know who Elvis is
When you're old enough to know better
When you have his albums in the cellar
When your artist turns out to be an author
Was a woman on a mission –
Felt like two or three editions
And I'm giving you a wistful look
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
Chapter one you had me reading on and on
Chapter two I think I lost my faith in you
I said I'd stand by you in the middle of chapter three
But I became so distracted by
Chapters four, five and six
And I'm giving you a wistful look
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
The way you write and try to impress me
More than six hundred pages
All your anecdotes and your candid remarks
Are captured between punctuation marks
I'm giving you a wistful look
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
Everyday I read the book
Maybe I don't know the difference
Between a musician and a writer
I think the book could have been a lot tighter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd make this two parts and we’d have had a sequel
I'm giving you a wistful look
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book, yeah
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I read the book
*All credit and apologies to Mr. Costello
