Elvis And I

Elvis and I order Domino's Pizza with extra cheese s*ckin' 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 .44 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 .44 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 s*ckin' 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