Elvis Is Dead

Tabloids scream
 Elvis seen at a shopping mall
 That's the kind of talk
 That makes my stomach crawl
 Picture a zombie Elvis
 In a tacky white jump suit
 Just imagine a rotting Elvis
 Shopping for fresh fruit
 You can't 'cause
 Elvis is dead
 Elvis is dead
 Elvis is dead
 Elvis is dead
 When the king died
 He was all alone
 I heard that when he died
 He was sitting on his throne
 Alas poor Elvis
 They made us know you well
 Now you dwell forever
 In the Heartbreak Hotel
 Elvis was a hero to most
 But that's beside the point
 A Black man taught him how to sing
 And then he was crowned king
 The pelvis of Elvis
 Too dangerous for the masses
 They cleaned him up and sent him to Vegas
 Now the masses are his slave
 Slave? Slave
 Yes, even from the grave
 Elvis is dead
 I've got a reason to believe
 We all won't be received at Graceland
 I've got a reason to believe
 We all won't be received at Graceland