Rock in the style of Elvis Presley
From dusty taley to humble scarf
Dorf the Lith each tells the heart

With my close nips, with my hair assisted pine
At last, we woke up to the mine

I'm dusted king, the fuddly hill
I'm gut the two to catch the rack
And when a CD with a ton us
Lets some pleat

At last, we woke up with a soul

With Santa let serfs
Then we know

With a heart that never sleeps
Let us hail me

Just some pale knife for some seal
My shape, my lair!
[Audience shouts and applause]
Oh sorry, I'm not ended
[Audience shouts and applause]
[Shouting] Not very cool!