elvis in a ring of fire   hips swinging, feet swimming in an old pair of blue suede shoes   eyes white like no dose, hair black as coal   he’s walking the streets of memphis   picking up pennies found on their heads      he’s dancing like he’s on t.v.   i never realized but he’s dancing for me   he’s got a lot of fans out there but nobody cares   i just want to hear him sing   didn’t he know he was the only king?      he’s acting like it’s his last chance   smoke rising from his heels every time that he’d dance   blue rhinestones on his legs, flowers on his grave   i wonder what he’d say   if he knew people felt like him today      elvis in a ring of fire   hips swinging, feet swimming in an old pair of blue suede shoes