| Happy birthday, Elvis;
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| You’re not really dead
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| It’s a lie, it’s just a crock
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| Something some people said
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| I heard a cassette of you speaking
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| On a telephone;
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| From a bunker beneath Graceland
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| The king sits on his throne
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| Happy birthday, Elvis;
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| Fifty-eight years old today
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| It isn’t true, you didn’t die
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| No matter what they say
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| The colonel just decided
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| You should drop out of sight
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| After the Bicentennial
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| The timing was just right
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| Happy birthday, Elvis;
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| You’re alive in '93
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| They took away the body
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| But who the hell was he?
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| Who was that tall fat man
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| They buried in your place?
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| Just another imitator;
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| Plastic surgeons did his face
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| Happy birthday, Elvis;
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| You still love to ball
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| Somebody said she spotted you
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| In a Memphis mall
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| Check out the checkout counters;
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| Read what the tabloids say:
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| Aliens abducted you
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| But somehow you got away
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| Happy birthday, Elvis;
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| I for one will not shed tears
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| You’ll be back for the millennium;
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| That’s in seven measly years
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| And if you’re blue and lonely
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| Pick up that telephone
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| Down in that bunker beneath Graceland
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| The king sits on his throne |