Intro verse 1 Well, we took off like a sabre jet for Graceland one night Gonna raise The King; it'd be a hell of a fight To re-incarnate and re-animate his mortal remains What good is a king if he ain't go no brains? As long as he can sing that song "Suspicious Minds" Or the "Milkcow Blues Boogie" that would be just fine verse 2 Well, we took off like a sabre jet for Tennessee Pulled up to Graceland; pulled out my skeleton key Gonna find out where he's burried; gonna dig him up, And throw his remains on the back of the truck Perform some kind of voodoo-type ritual thing, And sit back and laugh while we watch him sing something like Solo verse 3 Well, his bones came to life and they moved pretty well But the rest of him was scattered 'tween heaven and hell Then he fell to the ground in a pile of white dust, Kind of pointing the direction of Las Vegas There was a smell in the air like leather and sweat, And we took off for Nevada like a sabre jet Outro
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