Christ the King, Elvis the King One man he died for men, the other, man oh man could he sing One he shot TVs, the other didn't need no gun Because, after all, he said he was the son of god A holy church, a museum in Graceland Down on your kness, clap your hands Preacher man on TV, his fingers full of rings He talks about 'jaysus', and he's got hair just like the king A visit to the mansion, a pilgrim at a shrine Fried chicken and cherry cokes, loaves and fishes and wine A holy church, a museum in Graceland Down on your kness, clap your hands If you don't stand for something They say you'll fall for anything It must be nice to have something It must be nice to have a king A holy church, a museum in Graceland Down on your kness, clap your hands Down on your kness, clap your hands...