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Axel Boone - Elvis (Audio Only)

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Release date: 2025-04-11
© Copyrights: 2025 studio103oficial
Audio Music video by Axel Boone.© 2025 Studio 103
Lyrics:
Elvis
Well I got a hound with a blue suede stare,
He struts like a king with a whole lotta hair.
He don’t fetch balls, don’t chase no sticks,
But he howls like Elvis when he needs his fix.
His name’s Elvis, he’s the king of the yard,
Wears a rhinestone collar and he guards real hard.
A hip-shakin’, tail-waggin’ hunka burnin’ pup,
He stole my fries and drank my beer up!
Uh-huh-huh… my dog Elvis.
He don’t sit, stay, or roll no more,
But he sniffs out bacon from the grocery store.
He’s got sideburns fur and a swaggerin’ grin,
And he barks every time “Jailhouse Rock” kicks in.
His name’s Elvis, he naps in style,
On a sequin blanket he ain’t washed in a while.
He growls like thunder, but he’s soft as pie,
‘Cept when the mailman walks by.
Uh-huh-huh… my dog Elvis.
He once chased a squirrel like a hound possessed,
But stopped halfway just to fix his vest.
He’s got the soul of Memphis in every paw,
And he pees on trees shaped like a guitar.
So if you hear a howl under southern skies,
It’s not a ghost — just my hound with pride.
He don’t shake hands, he don’t give a kiss,
But he winks like Elvis… and never misses.
Thank you very much — that’s my dog Elvis.
© Copyrights: 2025 studio103oficial
Audio Music video by Axel Boone.© 2025 Studio 103
Lyrics:
Elvis
Well I got a hound with a blue suede stare,
He struts like a king with a whole lotta hair.
He don’t fetch balls, don’t chase no sticks,
But he howls like Elvis when he needs his fix.
His name’s Elvis, he’s the king of the yard,
Wears a rhinestone collar and he guards real hard.
A hip-shakin’, tail-waggin’ hunka burnin’ pup,
He stole my fries and drank my beer up!
Uh-huh-huh… my dog Elvis.
He don’t sit, stay, or roll no more,
But he sniffs out bacon from the grocery store.
He’s got sideburns fur and a swaggerin’ grin,
And he barks every time “Jailhouse Rock” kicks in.
His name’s Elvis, he naps in style,
On a sequin blanket he ain’t washed in a while.
He growls like thunder, but he’s soft as pie,
‘Cept when the mailman walks by.
Uh-huh-huh… my dog Elvis.
He once chased a squirrel like a hound possessed,
But stopped halfway just to fix his vest.
He’s got the soul of Memphis in every paw,
And he pees on trees shaped like a guitar.
So if you hear a howl under southern skies,
It’s not a ghost — just my hound with pride.
He don’t shake hands, he don’t give a kiss,
But he winks like Elvis… and never misses.
Thank you very much — that’s my dog Elvis.