(blunders into spotlight, grabs microphone, surveys crowd)
“This subject reminds me of a little song I wrote. Goes something like this. Ahem.”
(strums guitar)
Elvis Presley’s body lies amoldering in the grave
Elvis Presley’s body lies amoldering in the grave
Elvis Aaron Presley lies amoldering in the grave
But the Kings still rocking on!
Glory, glory, Hallejuah, Elvis is our only ruler!
Listen close, He’s singin to ya,
The King’s still rockin’ on!
They found him in the bathroom, he was sitting on the throne
They found him in the bathroom, he was sitting on the throne
They found his mortal body, but the King inside had flown!
And the King’s still rocking on
Glory, glory, Hallejuah, Elvis is our only ruler!
Listen close, He’s singin to ya
The King’s still rockin’ on!
For three days, it rained and thundered, and the sun refused to shine
For three days, it rained and thundered, and the sun refused to shine
For three days, the King was missing. Now, we see him all the time!
And the King’s still rocking on!
(dancing girls, pyrotechnics, juggling Elvii, church choir)
Glory, glory, Hallejuah, Elvis is our only ruler!
Listen close, He’s singin to ya
The King’s still rocking onnnnnn!
“You 've been a wonderful audience, thank you.”