Tabloids scream
Elvis seen at a shopping mall
That's the kind of talk
That makes my stomach crawl
Picture a zombie Elvis
In a tacky white jump suit
Just imagine a rotting Elvis
Shopping for fresh fruit
You can't 'cause
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
When the king died
He was all alone
I heard that when he died
He was sitting on his throne
Alas poor Elvis
They made us know you well
Now you dwell forever
In the Heartbreak Hotel
Elvis was a hero to most
But that's beside the point
A Black man taught him how to sing
And then he was crowned king
The pelvis of Elvis
Too dangerous for the ma**es
They cleaned him up and sent him to Vegas
Now the ma**es are his slave
Slave? Slave
Yes, even from the grave
Elvis is dead
I've got a reason to believe
We all won't be received at Graceland
I've got a reason to believe
We all won't be received at Graceland