Groovie Ghoulies Graceland Letras:
Well, we took off like a sabre jet for Graceland
one night. Gonna raise The King; it'd be a hell of
a fight. To re-incarnate and re-animate his mortal
remains. What good is a king if he ain't go no
brains? As long as he can sing that song
"Suspicious Minds" or the "Milkcow Blues Boogie"
that would be just fine. Well, we took off like a
sabre jet for Tennessee. Pulled up to Graceland;
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/Z5o]
pulled out my skeleton key. Gonna find out where
he's burried; gonna dig him up, and throw his
remains on the back of the truck. Perform some
kind of voodoo-type ritual thing, and sit back and
laugh while we watch him sing. Well, his bones
came to life and they moved pretty well, but the
rest of him was scattered 'tween heaven and hell.
Then he fell to the ground in a pile of white
dust, kind of pointing the direction of Las Vegas.
There was a smell in the air like leather and
sweat, and we took off for Nevada like a sabre
jet.
Letras: Graceland Groovie Ghoulies [final]