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Uh-huh) The King is in the building, y'all better listen close, With a little more swagger and a little more boast. From Tupelo to Memphis, the legend's still alive, Just twistin' up the rhythm, helpin' that new sound thrive. (Yeah) They call me "The King," and you know it's true, Got a diamond-studded microphone, and a whole new crew. The gold records stackin', I ain't talkin' 'boat a thing, The royalties keep comin', every time that I sing. Well, it's one for the money, two for the show, Three to get ready, now I'm ready to flow. Droppin' the top on the Cadillac, cruisin' down the strip, Every head is turnin', checkin' the way I grip. (Uh-huh) The blue suede shoes still shine, the jumpsuit's still tight, Yeah, the cameras are still flashin' every single night. I'm the original bad boy, with a sneer and a smirk, Makin' all the young ladies go completely berserk. From "Hound Dog" to the house, yeah, I've got that street cred, My flow is so smooth, what more needs to be said? Well, it's one for the money, two for the show, Three to get ready, now I'm ready to flow. Droppin' the top on the Cadillac, cruisin' down the strip, Every head is turnin', checkin' the way I grip. Thank you. Thank you very much. You know, a lot of people talk about rock and roll, but they ain't got the soul. I got the fire. I got the beat. I got the rhythm in my feet. The King is back, baby, and I'm here to stay. This ain't no prison, this is my jailhouse rock. Uh-huh... (Uh-huh...) Thank you..."