Happy Birthday Elvis - Loudon Wainwright III

Happy birthday, Elvis;

You’re not really dead

It’s a lie, it’s just a crock

Something some people said

I heard a cassette of you speaking

On a telephone;

From a bunker beneath Graceland

The king sits on his throne

Happy birthday, Elvis;

Fifty-eight years old today

It isn’t true, you didn’t die

No matter what they say

The colonel just decided

You should drop out of sight

After the Bicentennial

The timing was just right

Happy birthday, Elvis;

You’re alive in '93

They took away the body

But who the hell was he?

Who was that tall fat man

They buried in your place?

Just another imitator;

Plastic surgeons did his face

Happy birthday, Elvis;

You still love to ball

Somebody said she spotted you

In a Memphis mall

Check out the checkout counters;

Read what the tabloids say:

Aliens abducted you

But somehow you got away

Happy birthday, Elvis;

I for one will not shed tears

You’ll be back for the millennium;

That’s in seven measly years

And if you’re blue and lonely

Pick up that telephone

Down in that bunker beneath Graceland

The king sits on his throne