I saw Elvis thump Elvis,
Knock him to the deck,
I watched Elvis head butt Elvis,
And Elvis fall on his sequined back.
Elvis’ pink sock was visible,
As he put the brothel creeper in.
Then it was all a flurry,
Capes and karate chops;
Flying fists and flailing quiffs;
And who called the cops?
I heard it was Elvis.
The Rapid Response boys didn’t give a damn,
They just bundled Elvis after Elvis in to the van
And then it was Jailhouse Rock all over again.