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I woke up this morning, I had on blue suede shoes
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The pillow crushed my hair into perfect length
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And on my arm there was one blue tattoo
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My wife, she brought me breakfast
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I said "Thank you, ma'am. God bless ya."
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I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do


[Verse]

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My closet was filled with uncounted jewels 
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And a suit of gold lamé
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I put on a belt the size of Memphis 
                              F            G
It was inscribed "Love, Priscilla. Yours always"
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In the pocket there were some little white pills
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Yeah, I did them, too
    F             C                  G     F      C
I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do