Lyrics to Elvis And I
Tell "The Colonel" he can kiss my ass.
Mmmm, I smell bacon.
Elvis is in the kitchen!
Elvis and I order Domino's Pizza with extra cheese,
Suckin' down Formula 44D.
Elvis and I put on diapers and extra sheer pantyhose,
We never argue or overdose.
He says, "Do I look fat to you?"
I say, "No King, it's not true.
You just have very big bones."
And then he fires his .44 into the television.
Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I!
Elvis and I put on big belts and drive down to Burger King.
Wanna get a big ol' bag of those shiny FBI badges...
He lets me croon and I let him steer.
When I see that Kurt Russel, I'm gonna kick his ass...
Elvis and I fry up demerol tablets and bacon grease,
Unintelligible mumbling...
Torkin' down microwave tacos and beer.
More unintelligible mumbling...
He says, "I don't wanna be on no stamp man."
I say, "King, I understand."
He says, "My mama should be on that stamp man."
And then he fires his .44 into the television.
Hey, don't mess with me, man, 'cause I'm the King, lemme tell you right now...
Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I!
Yeah, I'd like to make an order for a delivery.
Yeah, this is Elvis, the King.
Yeah, gimme a big ol' bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken,
Extra Crispy, extra greasy.
Uh...and some mashed potatoes and gravy.
No skimpin' on the cole slaw this time.
And gimme some of them little Hush Puppies...
Oooh, I love them Hush Puppies.
Throw in some bacon cheeseburgers with everything on 'em.
And maybe a peanut butter and 'naner sandwich and a big bag of chips.
A pound of sausage, half-pound of dexxies,
And a big ol' stack of silver-dollar pancakes.
Maybe a six-pack of Formula 44D.
Put nipples on the bottles, will ya!?
Elvis and I chop up onions and methamphetamines,
We cook 'em up with some peanut butter and cheese.
Elvis and I call up Cadillac dealerships all night long,
Suckin' down NyQuil stingers and cheese.
He says, "What the hell's Lisa Marie thinking,
With that Michael Jackson crap?
She should have married Janet or LaToya or Tito or
even Mahalia Jackson."
Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I!
Constant unintelligible mutterings...
Mmmm, I smell bacon.
Elvis is in the kitchen!
Elvis and I order Domino's Pizza with extra cheese,
Suckin' down Formula 44D.
Elvis and I put on diapers and extra sheer pantyhose,
We never argue or overdose.
He says, "Do I look fat to you?"
I say, "No King, it's not true.
You just have very big bones."
And then he fires his .44 into the television.
Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I!
Elvis and I put on big belts and drive down to Burger King.
Wanna get a big ol' bag of those shiny FBI badges...
He lets me croon and I let him steer.
When I see that Kurt Russel, I'm gonna kick his ass...
Elvis and I fry up demerol tablets and bacon grease,
Unintelligible mumbling...
Torkin' down microwave tacos and beer.
More unintelligible mumbling...
He says, "I don't wanna be on no stamp man."
I say, "King, I understand."
He says, "My mama should be on that stamp man."
And then he fires his .44 into the television.
Hey, don't mess with me, man, 'cause I'm the King, lemme tell you right now...
Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I!
Yeah, I'd like to make an order for a delivery.
Yeah, this is Elvis, the King.
Yeah, gimme a big ol' bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken,
Extra Crispy, extra greasy.
Uh...and some mashed potatoes and gravy.
No skimpin' on the cole slaw this time.
And gimme some of them little Hush Puppies...
Oooh, I love them Hush Puppies.
Throw in some bacon cheeseburgers with everything on 'em.
And maybe a peanut butter and 'naner sandwich and a big bag of chips.
A pound of sausage, half-pound of dexxies,
And a big ol' stack of silver-dollar pancakes.
Maybe a six-pack of Formula 44D.
Put nipples on the bottles, will ya!?
Elvis and I chop up onions and methamphetamines,
We cook 'em up with some peanut butter and cheese.
Elvis and I call up Cadillac dealerships all night long,
Suckin' down NyQuil stingers and cheese.
He says, "What the hell's Lisa Marie thinking,
With that Michael Jackson crap?
She should have married Janet or LaToya or Tito or
even Mahalia Jackson."
Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I, Elvis and I!
Constant unintelligible mutterings...
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