Tiptoed up the stairs, climbed into the attic
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Opened up my Grandma¡¯s trunk; well, isn¡¯t this dramatic?
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What could be inside? I could almost squeal
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With delight as I pulled out an ancient, dusty reel
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There was a label on the side reading ¡°E.A.P.¡±
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I wondered to myself, what could this be?
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I dashed to my projector with excitement in my eyes
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But as the footage rolled it rather took me by surprise
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¡®Cause Elvis Porn is what I viewed
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There he was, completely in the nude
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Strumming his guitar, quivering his lips
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Singing in the microphone and shaking his hips
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Oh, Elvis Porn, holy guacamole
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The big fat buck naked king of rock and roll,
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He was devoid of any clothes, with his naughty bits exposed
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Oh, what a sight, that Elvis Porn
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What the hell, I thought, this is rather odd
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I thought of where I found it, and I shouted, oh my god!
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Where did Grandma get this footage of the King?
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Why the hell would sweet old Granny have this awful thing?
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(Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis!)
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So I confronted her with the footage I¡¯d found
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She didn¡¯t seem to recognize it, so I wound
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The film in the projector and gave it a spin
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She keeled over dead with a big fat grin
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¡®Cause Elvis Porn is what she viewed
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There he was, completely in the nude
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Strumming his guitar, quivering his lips
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Singing in the microphone and shaking his hips
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Oh, Elvis Porn, holy guacamole
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The big fat buck naked king of rock and roll,
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He was devoid of any clothes, with his naughty bits exposed
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No blue suede shoes covering up his little toes,
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No white jumpsuit, and nobody knows
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The tale behind this Elvis Porn
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(Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! Elvis!!!)
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Elvis Porn
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