Elvis In a Fried Banana Sandwich

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Elvis In a Fried Banana SandwichI got the munchies after some Acapulco GoldBut everything in that frat house fridge had moldSo I fixed a snack that mama useta make for meAnd in that greasy bread somehow I could seeChorusElvis in a fried banana sandwichThere he was after the second biteWith the diamond cape n sneerHe wore in the Vegas yearsYeah, that was him alrightI’d heard of seein’ Mary n JesusIn tortillas and grilled cheesesBut this was Elvis in a fried banana sandwichI was sure Graceland’d make a killing off itI’d donate it free if they’d only split the profitBut Lisa Marie got mad and called the lawBanned me from the gates and all because I sawChorus Well, I had two bowls to calm my nervesIn my second one I saw her hair n curvesLisa Marie was nekkid in my grits n jamHell, it was the only vision better than…Chorus My girlfriend n me were mixin’Homegrown, Heinekin and Shnapp’sO and when she got nekkidI swear I saw ZZ Top…©2007 Robert George