Well, what power of God does a nun use to hold up parish priests
And what makes a good cop let go a beautiful theif
Oh, and how does the queen know she got hold that manna honey
Oh and what makes an old woman give a young man all her money
Well late in the night ’neath that pale moonlight the power comes over me
And it’s all elouise yeah
I’m turning into elvis (and there’s nothing I can do)
...kissed the babysitter. she screamed and I told her it was just the beast in me.
And on my way out of the house I shot out my tv
I went down to the corner luncheonette and said sally "fried peanut butter and banana will do(? )"
I’m turning into elvis and there’s nothing I can do
I threw out my wife and family I took off my wedding ring
I told my friends and neighbors to refer to me now as "king"
I put a chainlink fence around my ranch house and on the gate a sign that reads "graceland ii"
I’m turning into elvis and there’s nothing I can do
I visited my mama’s grave and I headed out to hollywood and I signed a picture with mgm
I play a rebellious beachboy racecar driver who fucks a nun in the end
In the last scene I whip out my big guitar and show her a little memphis-style kung-fu
I’m turning into elvis and there’s nothing I can do
But I drove on straight to vegas and I stopped in the first old stripper bar.
Found me a little hooker that looked just like ann-margaret and we rumba’d in my sports car.
Well me and my drinking buddies turned my lovin’ home into a frikkin’ zoo.
I’m turning into elvis and there’s nothing I can do
Well he came to me last night in a dream looking just like he did in ’57.
He said "son that guitar is a wonderful thing but it can be the living devils’ friend.
On the other hand there’s sex-starved women, millions of dollars, and anything you want to do."
I’m turning into elvis and there’s nothing I can do
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