The Elvis Story
Colonel Parker found a young kid named Elvis,
and asked, “How are we gonna sell this?
The way he shakes that thing,
they’ll soon call him the king
because of his fabulous pelvis.”
They called him the rock and rock king.
All the girls would cry, “Ring-a-ding-ding”.
All until the sad day
they would solemnly pray,
because his pelvis was up in a sling.
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