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bob rivers - a message from the king كلمات الأغنية

(announcer)
and now, here with a special christmas message,
the immortal…elvis

(synth plays “silent night” in background, elvis
speaks…)

well thank you, thank ya vurry much..
this here is ‘the king’. i know i haven’t been around
much for awhile, but i want y’all to know, that up here
in rock ‘n’ roll heaven, i’ll be thinkin’ of ya this
christmas. and i’d like to give y’all a special
christmas message- a message of peace….like, uh, how
bout a little piece of that pie goin’ by? thank you.
thank ya vurry much.

(silverware and plates begin clattering. it becomes
obvious that elvis is sitting at a big banquet table in
heaven)

but like i was sayin’, christmas is a time o’ hope, a
time of joy, a time for lovin’. and i sure would
love…a big slice of that pizza ya got there (chomp,
slurp) thank you. thank ya vurry much. now where was i?
oh yeah, christmas. now, christmas to me means family.
and family means friends. and friends means gettin’
together. and gettin’ together means…eatin’! ah, p-ss
me that drumstick, would you please, ah, thank you,
thank ya vurry much. (chomp, munch, burp)

now i just want to say to ya right now, ya know, i may
be a big star- maybe too big. but ain’t n-body so big
that he can’t reach out a helpin’ hand…a
helpin’…hand. uh, would ya hand me a helpin’ of those
mashed potaters over there? would ya please? thank you.
thank ya vurry much. (slurp, munch) now like i was
sayin’, ain’t n-body so big he can’t stoop to help a
friend in need over the holiday season… and speakin’
of seasonin’, ya wanna p-ss me that salt shaker when ya
get the chance? yeah, just unscrew the cover, that’s
right, thank ya, thank ya vurry much.

so this christmas, why don’t ya take a tip from ol’
elvis….
no, no, leave those steak tips right where they are,
know what i mean? yeah, i ‘preciate it, thank ya. i
want ya to remember that we’re all part o’ god’s great
big family. and you know god made man unto his own
image. and lookin’ in the mirror, i’d have to say god
must be a big, big son of a gun. y’know what i mean? i
think you do.

but i specially want you to remember this one last
thing.
when yer’all at home this christmas, stringin’ that
popcorn up on the tree, save a big, big bowl for the
king. extra b-tter, y’know what i mean? i think you do.
thank you. thank ya vurry much. (slurp, chomp, slurp)

- bob rivers

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