Elvis is dead. Long live Burger King.

Elvis is dead. Long live Burger King.
sneak

Out on the town with Elvis.
The karaoke king.
He's phatter than a break-beat,
but he can't half fuckin' sing.
Singing 'Love me tender'
The 'Burger King' defies.
His elasticated waist-band,
brings tears to my eyes.
A 'Happy meal' his downfall.
A microphone to go.
He eats between the verses,
but doesn't lose the flow.
In awe of his gyrations.
Open mouthed, we swoon.
'A little less conversation'
Dancing to his tune.
'Caught in a trap' with Elvis.
A victim of my greed.
I order second helpings -
to feed my Presely need.
Time flies by in heartbeats.
Heart attack hotel.
As Elvis leaves the building,
I'm taunted by his smell...
Litter strewns the walkways.
Macdonald's, Burger King...
Extractors spew aromas-
as spirit voices sing.

Crying in the chapel.
We're so 'Way on down'
'Love me tender' echoes.
Macdonald's steal the crown.

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