From the recording The Sweet 45s
An upbeat, hand-clapping anthem full of retro sparkle and sha-la-las. With charm, humor, and a swoon-worthy bad boy, it celebrates the thrill of finding your answered prayer in the glow of a Friday night.
I was running late, my lipstick not quite right
Skating into work on a Friday night
Trays were clinking, orders everywhere
Then I saw him pull up, and I tried not to stare
Shiny car gleaming, leather jacket cool
Grey eyes smiling, breaking every rule
I’d seen him around, but I’d never dared
To dream I’d meet my answered prayer with Elvis hair
My answered prayer with Elvis hair
A bad boy smile, with a gentle flair
I was tripping, falling, thought I looked a mess
But he saw me shining nonetheless
Balancing a milkshake, I caught my skate and slipped
The tray went flying, and I nearly flipped
But he was out the car, with a steady hand
And suddenly I didn’t feel so bad
He said “Don’t you worry, you’re doing fine”
And the way he looked at me sent chills down my spine…
My answered prayer with Elvis hair
A rebel’s heart but he treats me fair
I was blushing, shy, but he eased my mind And I found the courage I’d been hoping to find
I always hoped someday we’d meet (someday we’d meet)
And now he’s smiling just at me (smiling at me)
It feels like a dream come true tonight Under the neon light
My answered prayer with Elvis hair
A bad boy charm, with a tender care
I was stumbling, fumbling, thought I looked so wrong
But with him beside me, I could sing this song
My answered prayer with Elvis hair
Oh my, oh my… with Elvis hair…
My answered prayer with Elvis hair!
