a thick plush blue carpet at my feet a peacock stained glass window staring back at me a nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway there s a tv in the kitchen she s cooking in her panties flipping them little sandwiches likes she s flipping her hair sure is nice to have someone to hold me i m the king of kings you see everything you need baby i m elvis i got a hundred golden records in this one room i got fifty golden knobs upon my door i got one black twenty five foot stretch cadillac to drive you home downstairs there s a room in the basement it s mostly made of yellow and black some folks call it the jungle i just think its a nice place to relax once a year they all come to see me i watch them throwing flowers at my toes there s a line that stretches down the driveway past my plane and ends at the gift shop