The summer elvis died And we slept outside The air raid siren blew; At twelve a.m. and noon This whidbey house upon the hill Has long since been sold It's value in the past ten years Has increased twenty fold I hope the man Won't change too much Oh mister owner please I'd love to drive by one more time And relive memories Aunt beaulah's place is down the hill A skip right down the road Not too far form myrtle ave You'll find her small abode She's cooking up her very famous Home-made annual feast She invites the summer tenants And her co-retirees The summer elvis died And we slept outside The air raid siren blew; At twelve a.m. and noon Though we never ever fall asleep We wouldn't dare complain We just traded jokes and anecdotes And laughed right through the night To the rhythm of the north pacific rain On our roof To the rhythm of the north pacific rain Underneath the umbrella tree Timmy's boat is calling me Orange coats are left ashore With our shoes and an extra oar Caught a chill from the harbor breeze We got in trouble when we rowed in So i put the blame on tim CHORUS