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Last night I broke the seal on a Jim beam decanter |
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That looks like Elvis |
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I soaked the label off, a Flintstone jelly bean jar |
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I cleared us off a place on that one little table |
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That you left us |
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And pulled me up a big ole piece of floor |
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I pulled the head off Elvis |
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Filled fred up to his pelvis |
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Yabba dabba doo, the King is gone |
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And so are you |
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'Round about 10 we all got to talking |
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'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and such |
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The conversation finally turned to women |
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But they said they didn't get around too much |
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Elvis said, "Find 'em young" |
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And Fred said, "Old fashioned girls are fun" |
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Yabba dabba doo, the King is gone |
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And so are you |
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Later on it finally hit me |
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That you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no more |
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'Cause this time I know you won't forgive me |
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Like all of them other times before |
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Then I broke Elvis's nose |
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Pourin' the last drop from his toes |
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Yabba dabba doo, the King is gone |
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And so are you |
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Yabba dabba doo, the King is gone |
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And so are you |
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Last night I broke the seal on a Jim beam decanter |
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That looks like Elvis |
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I soaked the label off, a Flintstone jelly bean jar |
