When Elvis Presley died we were curious We all knew he was something If a bit mysterious And your mom watched over you sleeping Down from the pages of a girlie magazine I dragged my paisley suitcase Up all those hundred stairs She said my Hollyberry's always welcome here And your daddy smashed up the Porsche And painted the alley with broken oxblood 2x4s for no reason She used to date the king They probably did it and everything She doesn't walk too well since the stroke But she can sure tell a dirty joke And your mom watched over you sleeping Down from the pages of a girlie magazine And your daddy smashed up the Porsche And painted the alley