Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell,
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high,
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder,
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky,
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

Black velvet and that little boy's smile,
Black velvet with that slow southern style,
new religion that'll bring ya to your knees,
Black velvet if you please.

Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave,
White lightening, bound to drive you wild,
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl,
"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle,
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and [bad word] Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.