Ghost of Elvis

I've got no right answers I've been given zero chances I've seen the ghost of Elvis though It weren't like the holy ghost Seemed more sleek one hell of a great host Rolled up his sleeves and winked right at me I put a dollar in his pocket, it hovered for a moment then went for the floor He baked up a pile of banana bread sliced in generous sizes Then he held up a thumb My jaw hit the floor ... went numb I don't recall much of what happend next all a blur, I concur with the sentiment Huah oh hellbent on leaving a lasting impression Will get back to business in a minute.. Just, you know, this is where the solo goes. I went to trial once I wasn't really tried I saw a dead man straight in the eyes It weren't kind eyes but weren't dead yet Either way I patted his shoulder told him "where you goin' boy - Elvis is the judge" He rolled up his sleeve ready to strike hard I said "ah'right, don't hit me twice" He put a dollar in my pocket and assured me (sir, this was but a small misdemeanor) The jury was all banana baked I was sure to be sliced For when time is due My jaw will hit the floor ... Dammit Elvis I don't recall much of what happend next all a blur, I concur with the sentiment Huah oh hellbent on leaving a lasting impression And that hosty ghost of mine is not much of a singer during crisis. He goes [rock&roll]Ohhuhah, and make a twist all the while I sit here ..... waitin' for a fist So yeah Elvis is dead but not gone but what I've learned from this song He makes mean banana bread even though dead... But he aint... how should I put it.. no rescue dog... Don't ask me a thing I don't recall I concur with the sentiment .... Hey... have you heard of this game called Gwent? yup ending it with a rhyme