Maybe I didn’t treat you
To looking at me for eight hours straight
To five banana and peanut butter sandwiches
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn’t love you
As much as I loved myself
Because I was too busy loving girls backstage
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
But I was too busy rolling in money
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Or that you got mad I slept with a bunch of girls in Missourah
That my neverending stream of money hasn’t ran out
Give me, give me one more chance
Because I’m Elvis Presley
Because if you don’t, you’re broke
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Maybe I didnt hold you
Because I was lost in the east wing at Graceland
Because I was too high to get off the toilet
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
That you should be grateful because I’m Elvis Presley
The money ran out
I took out a big policy on your life
I’m so happy that you’re mine
If I make you feel second best
It’s probably more like fifth or tenth best
It’s because you are, compared to me
You’re actually alright
Your needs are important but my music pays for your food
Girl, I’m sorry I was high fat drunk cheating busy writing songs blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
I hope not for your sake
Or you ain’t getting any alimony
Give me, give me one more chance
Or two chances or maybe even a dozen
You wouldn’t like me when I’m drunk
Because I’m Elvis Presley after all
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
But I was busy wandering around Memphis
Instead of passing out in my Rolls Royce
I just didn’t like you very much
I just never liked spending money of gifts that aren’t for me took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Except when I’m in Missourah, then sometimes I forget
You are always on my mind
























[wipes away a tear] You inspire me…
[sobs uncontrollably]
Missourah!
LOLOLOLOLOL
Missourah? Was that the GWBush version?
Didn’t old Willie Nelson write that song? It would be less peanut butter and banana and more WEEEEEEEED references, surely.
I’ve been to Graceland and toured the Lisa Marie airplane and I can tell you with some degree of confidence that Elvis went all-American and drove Cadillac’s – not those frou-frou Rolls-Royce’s.
That’s it! I knew Elvis was an ass.
And now my day is complete. *ahhhhhh*
No. Really.
I was having an utterly shitty day, Poo. And now, I dunno, it all feels better.
Thanks.
Really.