Elvis and I order Domino's Pizza with extra cheese

Suckin' down Formula 44D

Elvis and I put on diapers and extra sheer pantyhose

We never argue or overdose



He says, "Do I look fat to you?"

I say, "No King, it's not true.

You just have very big bones."

And then he fires his .44 into the television



Elvis and I

Elvis and I

Elvis and I

Elvis and I



Elvis and I put on big belts and drive down to Burger King

He lets me croon and I let him steer

Elvis and I fry up demorol tablets and bacon grease

Torkin' down microwave tacos and beer



He says, "I don't wanna be on no stamp man."

I say, "I understand."

He says, "My mama should be on that stamp man."

And then he fires his .44 into the television



Elvis and I

Elvis and I

Elvis and I

Elvis and I



Elvis and I chop up onions and methamphetamines

We cook 'em up with some peanut butter and cheese

Elvis and I call up Cadillac dealerships all night long

Suckin' down Ny Quil stingers and cheese



He says, "What the hell's Lisa Marie thinking,

With that Michael Jackson crap?

She should have married Janet or LaToya or Tito or even Mahalia Jackson."



Elvis and I

Elvis and I

Elvis and I

Elvis and I