Elvis Lyrics

Elvis

(Pat Green)



A thick plush blue carpet at my feet

A peacock stained glass window staring back at me

A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway



There's a TV in the kitchen

She's cooking in her panties

flipping them little sandwiches likes she's flipping her hair

sure is nice to have someone to hold me



I'm the king of kings you see

Everything you need

Baby, I'm Elvis



I got a hundred golden records in this one room

I got fifty golden knobs upon my door

I got one black twenty-five foot stretch Cadillac to drive you home



Downstairs there's a room in the basement

It's mostly made of yellow and black

Some folks call it the jungle

I just think its a nice place to relax



Once a year they all come to see me

I watch them throwing flowers at my toes

There's a line that stretches down the driveway

Past my plane and ends at the gift shop