King Of The Mountain

Could you see the aisles of women

Could you see them screaming and weeping

Could you see the storm rising

Could you see the guy who was driving

Could you climb higher and higher

Could you climb right over the top

Why does a multi-millionaire

Fill up his home with priceless junk



The wind is whistling

The wind is whistling

Through the house



Elvis are you out there somewhere

Looking like a happy man

In the snow with Rosebud

And king of the mountain



Another Hollywood waitress

Is telling us she's having your baby

And there's a rumour that you're on ice

And you will rise again someday

And that there's a photograph

Where you're dancing on your grave



The wind is whistling

The wind is whistling

Through the house



Elvis are you out there somewhere

Looking like a happy man

In the snow with Rosebud

And king of the mountain



The wind it blows

The wind it blows the door closed