If Elvis was alive today, he'd be sixty-nine.

His liver would be damaged but his hair would be just fine.

Wrinkled lips would sing those ageless tunes of his,

But he wouldn't be the same man his devoted fans now miss.

His belly would be sagging, his feet not quite as fast.

His eyes would not be twinkling like they had been in the past.

If Elvis hadn't died and was still on tour today,

Memories of his early years would be lost along the way.

If Jim Morrison was alive today, he'd be sixty-one.

Veins would stick out on his arms from what the needles done.

His leather pants wouldn't fit the way they did back then,

And his ghostly voice would stutter from a long life lived in sin.

The generation he embraced, those children faced with war,

Don't need the psychedelic drugs that eased their pain before.

If Jim Morrison had survived his youth and reached his golden years,

His spirit would beg for youth again as he tried to hide his tears.

If Kurt Cobain was alive today, he'd be thirty-seven.

His soul would get a second chance of getting into heaven.

His hair would still be greasy, but there would be much less,

And his wife would still be crazy and he'd have a new address.

The kids he taught to lose themselves in the music that he played,

Now have other favorite bands that built on trends he made.

He still would have to face those demons that lurked inside his mind,

And the photographers and journalists that in death he left behind.

James Brown is still alive today, he is seventy-one.

He just did drugs on New Year's Eve, and never bought a gun.

He kept his health by dancing, and by keeping friends close by,

And hired men to invest his cash, and chose economy to fly.

His voice still has a mighty howl, his hair still seems to glow.

The clothes he wore when he was young are still part of the show.

James Brown is still alive and well, a legend before death,

James Brown will fight for our respect until his dying breath.