Here's a song they said could never be written, and they swore would never be sung There's a hundred pickets outside this club, and they all want to see me hung Yes, before they'd let me sing this song, they'd like to beat me senseless, Of a man who left this mortal coil on a toilet seat in Memphis. But I'm here tonight to spread the word, and I want you all to listen, I'm not preaching Elvis dead, I'm preaching Elvis risen.
It's the last temptation of Elvis And he wants you all to believe The last temptation of Elivs Elvis loved us far too much to leave.
Well, upon this rock I build my church, it's the jailhouse rock he sung us When Elvis saw we were lonesome tonight, he rose and walked among us And those sweat-stained scarves he gave us, making relics out of keepsakes As the King takes on the King of Kings, in the Resurrection Sweepstakes
It's the last temptation of Elvis And he wants you all to believe The last temptation of Elivs Elvis loved us far too much to leave.
There's an old hotel where the bellhop weeps and our congregation meets Two or three together in his name, at the end of Lonely Street Let us sing Hit number 58, it's his all-time greatest song 50 million Elvis worshippers, well, you know they can't be wrong Take, eat this pill, it'll make you well, it'll save your mortal soul, And around your neck, on a string of beads, hang the blessed toilet bowl.
It's the last temptation of Elvis And he wants you all to believe The last temptation of Elivs Elvis loved us far too much to leave.
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