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
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