As long as you’re not walking in LA. (Only a nobody walks in LA)
I asked her to please come to L. A. She just said, “No, boy, won’t you come home to me?”
And she said, “Hey, ramblin’ boy, Why don’t you settle down? L. A. ain’t your kind of town. There ain’t no gold and there ain’t nobody like me. No, no, I’m the number one fan of the man from Tenessee.”
Then I had to remind her that Johnny Cash already died.
I’m not going to L.A. I’m going to Graceland, Memphis Tennessee. I’m going to Graceland with poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland.
Saw the ghost of Elvis on Union Avenue.
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland.
Then I watched him walk right through.
Now security they did not see him, they just hovered 'round his tomb.
But there’s a pretty little thing waiting for the King, down in the Jungle Room.
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Thanks, hillbilly queen. I was hoping this would be the follow-up post! Great minds, indeed! 
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Yeah, but you better be careful about that Jungle Love, it will drive you mad, it’ll make you crazy.
Crazy? Well, I’m crazy for lovin’ you, that’s for sure.
Hey, let’s bungle in the jungle — well, that’s all right by me. I’m a tiger when I want love, but I’m a snake if we disagree.
I don’t like spiders and snakes, and that ain’t what it takes to love me, like I wanna be loved by you.
I wanna be loved by you, by nobody else but you, boop boop be doop.
How sweet it is to be loved by you.
Love is a many-splendored thing.
But it could be tainted love. Tainted love. Once I ran to you. Now I run from you. This tainted love you’re giving.
Ahhh, my little runaway; run, run, run, run, runaway.
We can run away, run away tonight. It ain’t no victory, but I don’t care if it’s wrong or right. We can just run away.
Well it’s all right, even when push comes to shove, if you’ve got someone to love.
If loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
But if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with!
Nah, there’s definitely no future in loving a married man. Now, me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on. We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong to let it cool down now.
You and this Mrs. Jones, are you getting any afternoon delight?