A thick plush blue carpet at my feet   A peacock stained glass window   Starin' back at me   A nine foot crushed white velvet   Sofa in the hallway      There's a TV in the kitchen   She's cookin' in her panties   Flippin' them little sandwiches   Like she's flippin' her hair   Sure is nice to have someone to hold me      Well I'm the King of kings you see   Now everything you need   Baby, I'm Elvis   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)   Woo      Hahaha   (Baby)   I got a hundred golden records in this one room   I got fifty golden knobs upon my door   I got one black twenty five foot stretch Cadillac   To drive you home, drive you home      Well downstairs there's a room in the basement   (Ahh haa)   It's mostly made of yellow and black   Some folks call it the jungle   I just think it's a nice place to relax   (Haa)      But I'm the King of kings you see   Now everything you need   Baby, I'm Elvis   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)      (Elvis)      Once a year they all come to see me   I watch them throwin' flowers at my toes   There's a line that stretches down the driveway   Past my plane and ends at the gift shop   Woo ooo      But I'm the King of kings you see   Now everything you need   Baby, I'm Elvis   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)      But I'm the King of kings you see   Now everything you need   Baby, I'm Elvis   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)   (Baby, baby, I'm Elvis)   Baby, baby, I'm Elvis   Baby, baby, I'm Elvis      {Elvis has left the building}