Anybody would be hard-pressed to find a man with a higher value to the opposite sex than the young Presley. Sure, the Beatles inspired the same level of hysteria about a decade later, but there were (fab) four of them. The King did it single-handed.

I have to admit up front that I like this song. As with most music, I was seduced by the melody, the instrumentation and/or the beat, etc. before I really scrutinized the lyrics. Also, like most males in our culture, I was brought up blue pill and it took me a while to recognize what had been perpetrated via songs like this.

Here’s one for the psychologists to chew on: why do the blue pill sentiments women pretend to long for actually turn them off…except when expressed in a song or displayed in a romance movie?

All indications were that Presley was far from blue pill in his personal life, but as in most pop songs, through these lyrics he simps and elevates some woman to a pedestal like the most supplicating of beta orbiters in the Friend Zone.

In this performance, Elvis seems to still be enjoying his newfound celebrity, and having a good time making music. In this clip and the one from the Ed Sullivan show, something has him amused, as he laughs through some of the lyrics.

This is about the time TV camera crews were instructed to shoot him only from the waist-up, lest “Elvis the Pelvis” start a riot among the female of the species with all his rowdy gyrations. Even so, and with his rather subdued choreography here, you can hear women going into heat all over the audience.

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