Where’s Elvis?

By M-Phazes

On Good Gracious

Released on February 26, 2010

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[Verse 1]

Kids these days, they say how do I respect my elders?

My overzealous elders had respect in Elvis

To walk through the door with his pelvis swinging, singing and dancing

Velvet suit, diamonds blinging bringing the masses

Imagine the face of the fans

When the gates opened up to the Graceland mansion

"Hey there's Elvis!" He's still so hansom, yep!

"There's Elvis!" Back like the Phantom

From dead to alive, but you're lead to believe

He premeditated his death, took a second to breathe

Freedom, free of the screaming

Free of the cocaine feeding his demons

Daydreamed leaving the mainstream market

So they say, he put a wax dummy in his casket

So they say, they saw beads of sweat on his neck

But a body doesn't sweat when it's dead, where's Elvis?


[Hook]

Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?

Made the made world stop whenever he'd sing that

Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas

Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?

Wait! Where the king at, the king at?

Made the world stop whenever he'd go and sing that

"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"

One day they looked up and he was fucking gone, where's Elvis?

"Elvis has left the building"


[Verse 2]

Priscilla and Lisa Marie know where the king of libido's

Hiding out, living life in incognito

From Rio to Tennessee, North Carolina

Started in Hawaii, Michigan and West Vagina (West Virginia!)

What's in the head space of the king though?

Don't shoot the messenger, ring around, ask Ringo

Or Paul McCartney, The Beatles' Elvis Presley

They planned the whole recipe, well yeah allegedly

... I knew it was them, those fucking Beatles

Or maybe Chuck D and Flavor Flav

Laid him in the grave cause what he played, they claimed

He was racist, but face it, a no so basic

Didn't write a song, sold a billion 'cause he played sick

To some a murder of the king of rock 'n' roll

Or one too many burger probably robbed him of his soul

Or maybe a peanut butter, banana fried sandwich

Everybody wants to know where the fuck your man is


[Hook]

Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?

Made the made world stop whenever he'd sing that

Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas

Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?

Wait! Where the king at, the king at?

Made the world stop whenever he'd go and sing that

"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"

One day they looked up and he was fucking gone, where's Elvis?

"And when you're out like Elvis, they want to dig you..."


[Verse 3]

Yeah, since he was born, he was destined for greatness

A still-born twin brother that didn't make it

The day January eight, ninety-thirty five

Not that he needed any more power like the life

Of the Amish, his disadvantage a drug take

Tarnished his life, carnage, a love-hate

Relationship, not just the basic shit

Fourteen drugs in his system, he loved the fucking taste of it

Wasted, had an anaphylactic shock

Caused by codeine, had a heart-attack, dropped

Off the toilet, maybe just a ploy to escape

Maybe fingered a heavyweight in the Las Vegas drug trade

"Wait, what he fingered him?" Ohh, not fingered him as fingered him

Changed some evidence and put a ring of 'em away

Then he left the stage, last time he played

Raised his head, said we'll meet again, so


[Hook]

Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?

Made the made world stop whenever he'd sing that

Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas

Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?

Wait! Where the king at, the king at?

Made the world stop whenever he'd go and sing that

"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"

One day they looked up and he was fucking gone, where's Elvis?

Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?

Made the made world stop whenever he'd sing that

Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas

Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?

Wait! Where the king at, the king at?

Made the world stop whenever he'd go and sing that

"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"

One day they looked up and he was fucking gone, where's Elvis?