So you cannot really call him "little"

because what he accomplished goes beyond

end to end and then across the middle

spanning from here to far beyond the pond

he taught the Beatles how to sing a song

made heaven and hell sing along as well

with Jimi Hendrix in to play along

On those millions of records he would sell

with the power of sexuality

he embraces us, music as orgasm

the joy of individuality

expression of rhythmic funky chasm

he even survived the day music died

God can't even kill him although (s)he tried

Think about it and it makes complete sense

when genius is based on something like talent

instead of fleeting, based on appearance 

which even though that might be heaven sent

then the one who writes the songs others sing

the melody, the rhythm, the lyrics 

pure the joy those parts together bring

combined within a heavenly matrix

will rise above the talent of good looks 

to deliver unto them miracles

felt, seen then written about in books

where dance becomes loving trance spectacles

You'll find Chuck Berry doing the duck walk

his music rising above all the talk

Jerry Lee done gone married his young cousin

what was that good ol boy thinking to do?

Had to realize his career be done in

soon as he put in with her he was through

It's a wonder the law don't lock him up

and then go and throw away the damn key

but when the killer is on the gallop

he might even kill ol' Elvis Presley

No suh that is not the way of the world

his songs will be sung and his deeds unseen

His dirty business needs not be unfurled

Cuz that's only gonna make that boy mean

and we don't want him to hurt no one

or for his rich contract to be undone

Buddy Holly died for most of your sins

carried on by an angel with white wings

this is just what typically happens

when one gives to the love of which he sings

something that's bigger than a Cadillac

cruising on down a hot black tar highway

driven by a drunk who is losing track

of the direction but still finds a way

to rave on... and on, weaving, whistling past

with empty whiskey bottles on the floor

thinking this drink will really be his last

that for now at least he can shut the door

But that will be the day he makes you cry

That will be the day when you say goodbye

When the hurricane named Katrina struck

some said it was God's divine providence

a biblical flood to cleanse all the muck

of sin, many crimes, little evidence

New Orleans' a modern day Gomorrah

turn them all to solid pillars of salt

godless heathens had it coming for a

while, they did, sinners, its their own damn fault

ninth ward, same as the ninth circle of hell

where treachery is punished in shit pools

it was about time but soon time would tell

how Fats Domino wasn't really dead

miracles happen where angels tread

When you have a premonition of death

from that point on you are most tightly bound

to live where every one's the last breath

needed to breathe life into the sound

of fury, longing, peace, love, acceptance

because this will be your last legacy

the only hope for one decent kind of chance

to make sure of a bond with prophecy

because if the air is only wasted

on careless distractions best left unsung

then the fruits of your labor's left untasted

unpicked due to a ladder with one rung

so regardless if death is so certain

there is a bow before final curtain

Always knew talent when he heard it

the way a cook knows when the meat's ready

just by the sound of the sizzle; it lit

his imagination, held it steady

so that he could settle the arrangement

the colors of chords in brass, strings, those things

that put light forth from the core filament

in a steady back beat, the triangle's tings

it takes one to know one, genius, that is

for otherwise who would have even known

but you see that was a talent of his

seeing in others how the light is shown

only never to be recognized too

except by those that were the chosen few

Lightning strikes bright light flashing in the sky

the briefest burst of electricity 

which lights a fire to just a passerby 

prone to his own insensitivity

it rocks his socks off and opens his eyes

wide as can be due to the sudden shock

for it comes on as a complete surprise

like getting hit in the head by a rock

but expecting the unexpected when

you might least suspect it is denial

of life's great possibilities often

it's enough to ruin most people's smile 

because if you could see lightning coming

earth angels would not be as becoming

Through the backdoor he went, he preferred it

out to the dark street completely hidden

because that was the only way he fit 

through the door without his getting ridden

by as many hangers on could hold on

the pretty girls screaming, the gossips, good ol' boys

they all take their piece of meat whereupon

stripped naked of all of life's earthly joys

the Colonel makes sure to get his cut of half

of everything including his soul

sacrificing him as his golden calf

to worship the cash cow's blood in a bowl

he promises to handle all life's ills

following to mop up where the blood spills

Waylon Jennings counted his lucky stars

because he was supposed to take that flight

getting frostbite on a bus behind cars

stuck in the snow turned out to be a plight

preferable to crashing and burning

in a plane that crashed into a corn field

but that is a lesson well worth learning

because the truth gets finally revealed

Even though on the day the music died

those names would live on in eternity

being reborn's a miracle implied

that close call earned him his posterity

so let's drink some whiskey to the near miss

like Jesus staring into the abyss