When Elvis Presley died we were curious 

We all knew he was something 

If a bit mysterious 



And your mom watched over you sleeping 

Down from the pages of a girlie magazine 



I dragged my paisley suitcase 

Up all those hundred stairs 

She said my Hollyberry's always welcome here 



And your daddy smashed up the Porsche 

And painted the alley with broken oxblood 2x4s for no reason 



She used to date the king 

They probably did it and everything 

She doesn't walk too well since the stroke 

But she can sure tell a dirty joke 



And your mom watched over you sleeping 

Down from the pages of a girlie magazine 

And your daddy smashed up the Porsche 

And painted the alley