Happy Birthday Elvis

Happy birthday, Elvis
You're not really dead
It's a lie, it's just a crock
Something some people said
I heard a cassette of you speaking
On a telephone
From a bunker beneath Graceland
The king sits on his throne

Happy birthday, Elvis
Fifty-eight years old today
It isn't true, you didn't die
No matter what they say
The colonel just decided
You should drop out of sight
After the Bicentennial
The timing was just right

Happy birthday, Elvis
You're alive in '93
They took away the body
But who the hell was he?
Who was that tall fat man
They buried in your place?
Just another imitator
Plastic surgeons did his face

Happy birthday, Elvis
You still love to ball
Somebody said she spotted you
In a Memphis mall
Check out the checkout counters
Read what the tabloids say
Aliens abducted you
But somehow you got away

Happy birthday, Elvis
I for one will not shed tears
You'll be back for the millennium
That's in seven measly years
And if you're blue and lonely
Pick up that telephone
Down in that bunker beneath Graceland
The king sits on his throne