Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter that looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off a Flintstones Jelly Bean jar
I cleared us off a place on that one little table that you left us
Then I pulled up a big old piece of floor

I pulled the head off Elvis
Filled Fred up to his pelvis
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you

'Round about ten we all got to talking
'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and such
The conversation finally turned to women
But they said they didn't get around too much

Elvis said: Find 'em young
And Fred said: Old Fashioned girls are fun
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you

Then later on it finally hit me
That you wouldn't be a comin' home no more
'Cause this time I know you won't forgive me
Like all of them other times before

Then I broke Elvis's nose
Pouring the last drop from his toes
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you
Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone
And so are you

Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter that looks like Elvis