In a small part of Wales, Where the land meets the sea. It will feel like its Memphis, A Welsh Tennessee. Thousands will descend, Paying homage to the King: Music filling the air, Elvis will sing: Jumpsuits will sparkle, You'll see them everywhere. Sideburns will adorn, Brylcreem on hair. Blue suede shoes, Dancing to the beat. Rocking & rolling; For eager willing feet. A festival on the shores, Don't be lonesome tonight. Porthcawl will be buzzing, Under a musical spotlight.
