Elvis And I

Elvis And I
Elvis and I order Domino's Pizza with extra cheese
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 forty- four 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 forty- four 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