When Elvis Presley died we were curious
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We all knew he was something
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If a bit mysterious
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And your mom watched over you sleeping
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Down from the pages of a girlie magazine
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I dragged my paisley suitcase
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Up all those hundred stairs
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She said my Hollyberry's always welcome here
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And your daddy smashed up the Porsche
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And painted the alley with broken oxblood 2x4s for no reason
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She used to date the king
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They probably did it and everything
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She doesn't walk too well since the stroke
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But she can sure tell a dirty joke
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And your mom watched over you sleeping
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Down from the pages of a girlie magazine
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And your daddy smashed up the Porsche
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And painted the alley
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Oxblood 2x4s
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| Holly Palmer |
