He Was the King

(Okay, we're gonna start with a... Uh... Start with an F. Just ride in on the F. Maybe that's a good way to start. Or maybe the D. Whaddya think, Ben? - Uh, the F sounds good... - Just like a...) The last time I saw Elvis He was shooting at a colour TV The phones were ringing in the pink motel And the rest is history He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was singing a gospel song You could tell he had the feeling And the whole world sang along He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was up on the silver screen Pushing a plough in a black and white movie And everybody started to scream Yes, he was the King The last time I saw Elvis It was some kind of Vegas dream Spotlights flashed on a silver cape And a blue-haired lady screamed He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was fronting a three-piece band Rocking on the back of a flatbed truck With an old guitar in his hand He was the King The last time I saw Elvis The last time I saw Elvis He was riding in a pink Cadillac Wind was blowing through his hair And he never did look back He was the King Thank you very much The last time I saw Elvis He was singing that gospel song You could tell that he had the feeling And the whole world sang along He was the King He was the King He was the King (- Elvis has left the arena - But he was rocking while he was getting out. - Oh, man, you blew me right outta my seat when you said, "Thank you very much." I almost stopped playing! - "Thank you very much." etc.)