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