Elvis had an heart-attack, ‘cos he got too bleedin’ fat.
He weighed nearly half a ton, he looked more like a pregnant mum.
Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead.
Elvis had a gammy leg, he had a gammy head.
He had a gammy kidney, he’s better-off dead.
In August 1977, Elvis met his fate.
But he couldn’t get into heaven, ‘cos he couldn’t get thru the gate
Nowhere to burn Nowhere for no one It?s the same ole sore And the same…
one eye goes laughing, one eye goes crying through the trials and trying of one…
Deep in the void My heart still bleeds Azrael I am the only one Here…
It's a killer and it prowls Night after night It's a murderer in the vault…