Oxblood 2x4s

When Elvis Presley died we were curious

We all knew he was something

If a bit mysterious

And your mom watched over you sleeping

Down from the pages of a girlie magazine

I dragged my paisley suitcase

Up all those hundred stairs

She said my Hollyberry's always welcome here

And your daddy smashed up the Porsche

And painted the alley with broken oxblood 2x4s for no reason

She used to date the king

They probably did it and everything

She doesn't walk too well since the stroke

But she can sure tell a dirty joke

And your mom watched over you sleeping

Down from the pages of a girlie magazine

And your daddy smashed up the Porsche

And painted the alley