the legend the king, and his songs all live on
when he said "thangyoumaa'm" it just threw me
but my ex wife then said I would give better head
if that Elvis man Presley would do me
with a load of song lore, several hundred or more
and it started with him in the army
if the man could dance too was a bone to be chewed
maybe beach blanket bingo could tell me

the man lost his pride when he got very wide
and the leathers he wore in his concerts
were stretched out to dry and then rolled right outside
rumour has it one covered Wisconsin
are you lonesome tonight? he asked one girl outside
as announcers said "he's left the building"
and later that night, as he had bananas fried
was the start of cholesterol filling

the voice in the mike made some gibberish noise
as he mumbled right through blue hawaii
and every man knew, and I sure did too
twas the vocal cords damaged from frying
one song that came late was the butchered clambake
as the vocals were far less than able
he garbled at times, and he forgot several lines
but he'd always remember the table...

when touring time came, his own cook , with much respect, said
Man,it's expensive ta feed ya
at seven p.m. when he shovelled it all in
he said, Elvis, it's ben good ta know ya.
the road crew piled in, and they stuffed that elvis in
to the black leather outfit he rumbled
but the show came out all right, before the end of the night
with respect, all his words were just mumbled.

did anyone know where the real Elvis goes,
is he hidden for two generations?
was that bloated man of girth really put in the earth
or was it just all press speculation?
he was spotted last night, still too fat and still wide
as he faded away from a hassle
they argued over price of the side dish of rice
as he ordered three dozen white castles

swiss cheese cake rolls, and twinkie things
he once ate at his graceland new mansion
he lost all the dreams when he burst his pant seams
with the rapid and portly espansion.
will we hear it again. wellthangyumaa'm
just as droned and like his sho enders
then off of the stage to a waiting ham
is how Elvis the king is remembered

in a dingy old hall in Detroit he played
about crying somewhere in the chapel
the dinner bell chimed till it rang 29 times
and he washed it all down with peach snapple
the legend the king, and his songs all live on
when he said "thangyoumaa'm" it just threw me
but my ex wife then said I would give better head
if that Elvis man Presley would do me