90/90… Day 42, “The World’s Greatest Velvet Elvis”

The World’s Greatest Velvet Elvis

Every year I go down to Graceland
And I always bring back some little souvenir
Last year it was grass from the gravesite,
Year before that real wax from his ears
Oh, but this year I got one hell of an art piece
How they do it, I’ll never know
It’s hung on a wall above the headboard in my bedroom
And every night the King watches my show

There it is, glowing in the dark
The best damn one in the whole Trailer Park
He’s got that white studded jacket
And a sequined pelvis
It’s the world’s greatest Velvet Elvis

C’mon kids pray to the King
Look at his face you can almost hear him sing
It’s got a driftwood frame, twinkling lights for his eyes
And a whole lot of velvet to hold those thighs

There it is, covering up the wall
Hiding the burn marks, from when the meth lab blew last fall
The King would understand
The kilo snuck behind his pelvis
It’s the world’s greatest Velvet Elvis