Dirty Elvis

(yeah) Black velvet dripping in the summer heat

Chrome pipes shaking on a dead-end street He's got a switchblade sneer

and a gold-plated crown

Spitting red clay on the edge of town

Dirty Elvis shaking his hips in the mud

Wildcat fire running hot in the blood He don't need no grace,

he don't want no light Just a lowdown king of the Southern

night (lord have mercy)

Pink Cadillac with a rusted-out door

Guitar screaming through a cracked wooden floor

Lip curl flashing like a lightning rod Singing gospel hymns to a

backwoods god

Dirty Elvis shaking his hips in the mud

Wildcat fire running hot in the blood He don't need no grace,

he don't want no light Just a lowdown king of the Southern

night

Lowdown king... (yeah yeah) King of the mud...