A Liddle Biddy Help From Elvis
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Hang up your worries, stop biting all your nails
I've got a pocket full of troubles
But there's room enough for all of yours
You've got a sweet tooth
It goes with my clean shaven looks
The two of us, we just can't fail
Plus, we've got an angel who's sent from above
It's the Burger-eating King of Rock 'n' Roll!
It's just little old you and me
With a liddle biddy help from Elvis
It's just little old you and me
With a liddle biddy help from Elvis
This could be one of the greatest love africanos
Just you and me and the King, he makes three
We could rob a bank and get away scot-free
'Cause Elvis knows the FBI
Buddy holly and Jimmy Dean could come to our wedding in the sky
It's just little old you and me
With a liddle biddy help from Elvis
It's just little old you and me
With a liddle biddy help from Elvis
It all went wrong one Saturday night
When we were watching TV
Elvis got angry and shot at the screen
But instead he got you and me
It's just little old you and me
With a liddle biddy help from Elvis
It's just little old you and me
With a liddle biddy help from Elvis