Belgium09

	What do I think of this?
	Love the idea, dislike the execution. Eurosong has been crying out for an Elvis impersonator, I hear you cry. Well your prayers have been answered by Belgium. In an act of brazen Belgian irony (??) Patrick Ouchene sings about Elvis as though he is a copycat performer, including the immortal line "he's too dead to do rock'n'roll". Unfortunately Mr Ouchene represents "The King" during his later years, and by that I mean Patrick looks like he's given up on life himself. Having passed the burger eating on the toilet stage and all the hip swinging problems that entails, he has seemingly progressed onto near death. He really doesn't look well, and I fear this will come across all too glaringly during Semi final 1. This is a no for me, can you tell.



	KPI's - Vodka coated peformance, greasy combed quiff, cartoon fat cat
		Patrick Ouchène is Copycat! His great passion for fifties rock 'n' roll naturally led him to become a musician but he has always remained loyal to rockabilly. As guitarist and singer, he is not content with copying or recreating the great classics of the era, Patrick also writes and composes his own songs. His greatest commercial success was Je Suis Swing with the group The Dominos, which entered the French Top 10 in 1991. With this hit, the Dominos took part in major French entertainment programms with the great honour of singing C'est à Paris in a duet with Charles Aznavour. More recently, Patrick Ouchène produced six full CDs that provide an explosive cocktail of rockabilly straight out of the fifties and played by rock 'n' roll aficionados and authentic music clubs. Managing his musical projects head-on, such as The Million Dollars Sunrise (a project that reproduced the Sun Sound of 1955) or Runnin' Wild (a group of modern, non-retro rockabilly), he is also acknowledged as a studio musician for his mastery of the rockabilly guitar.















	Copycat Way down in Memphis, Tennessee There's a guy looking just like me Wearing the same blue suede shoes Singing the same old blues Way down in the US of A There's a guy doing things my way Combing the same greasy hair Hugging the same teddy bear He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll Way down in the deep deep South There's a guy with a girly mouth Eating the same banana sandwich Dressed in the same kind of kitsch Way down by the Mississippi river There's a guy with a voice that quivers Driving the same Cadillac car Chasing the same lucky star He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll Way down in America There's a guy, rich and arrogant Dating my fair Priscilla He makes me want to hire a killer Way down in the land of the brave There's a guy lying in his grave 'Cause nobody duplicating my jive Will never get away with that alive He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll (Copycat) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll... (He's too dead) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll... (Copy-copycat, copycat) (Copy-copycat, copycat) (Copy-copycat, copycat) (Copy-copycat, copycat) He was a copycat