Holy goes to work everyday at a little store down on Mobile bay
A tacky tourist trap
Called Gizmo's Gadget Giftshop
She decorates the window with an array of useless items
Like coffee mugs and bamboo steamers
Earrings and Kleenex box covers made from shells
But hidden in the middle
Is a purple satin pillow
She made for him
She sewed his name in gold
Fringes in the folds around the rim
And Elvis is the king of her life
His head encased in velvet haze above her bed at night
The dark haired men that she brings home can't stand up in the light
She cries out to her Elvis of the night
Holly smiles inside each time
She sees someone who reminds her
A look, a walk, a talk
Just like Elvis
She imagines what he would be like
At home alone with her
Engaging in a fantasy of a man
She knows she'll never be
With the real him
Reality is cold
And Holly's getting older
Her future ain't bright
Her husband's up and gone
He's left her all alone
And she'll never know why
And Elvis is the king of her life
His head encased in velvet haze above her bed at night
Holly's taking care of TCB
With the never fading memory
Of the one and only king of her life
And why can't she find a man just like Elvis?
And why can't she find a man to give her what she needs?
Why can't she understand
That there's no such thing in this world?
But Holly met a man today
At the little sore down on Mobile bay
And he was
Just like Elvis
