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The l ast time I saw E lvis
He was s hooting at a colour TV .
The p hones were ringing in the p ink motel
And the r est is h istory.
He was the | k ing | | |
The l ast time I saw E lvis
He was s inging a gospel s ong.
You could t ell he had the f eeling
And the w hole world sang al ong.
He was the king (H | e was | th e ki | ng ) |
The l ast time I saw E lvis
He was u p on the silver s creen.
P ushing a plough in a b lack and white movie
And e verybody started to s cream.
Yes he was th | e king | | |
The l ast time I saw E lvis
it was s ome kind of Vegas d ream.
S potlights flashed on a s ilver cape
And a b lue-haired lady s creamed.
He was the k | in g. | | | |
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The l ast time I saw E lvis
he was f ronting a three-piece b and.
R ocking on the back of a f latbed truck
With an o ld guitar in his h and.
He was the | k ing. | | |
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The last t ime I saw | E lvis | . |
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The l ast time I saw E lvis
he was r iding in a pink cadill ac.
W ind was blowing t hrough his hair
And he n ever did look b ack.
He was the | k ing. | | |
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Thank you very much.
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The l ast time I saw E lvis
He was s inging that gospel s ong.
You could t ell he had the f eeling
And the w hole world sang al ong.
He was the king (He wa | s the | ki ng) | | |
He was the k | in g. | |
He was the k | in g. | |
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Elvis has left the arena