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
He lets me croon and I let him steer
Elvis and I fry up demorol tablets and bacon grease
Torkin' down microwave tacos and beer

He says, "I don't wanna be on no stamp man."
I say, "I understand."
He says, "My mama should be on that stamp man."
And then he fires his .44 into the television

Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I

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 Ny Quil 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