A legend is seems is beginning to grow He started an Owl and now a Stro. No song to sing, no grinding pelvis... Our hero looms large and called Fat Elvis He speaks kinda funny and runs kinda slow, But can hit tall buildings with one single blow. His style is rather country, his play is big city He speaks with a twang, but in a weird way witty. Pitchers know of Fat Elvis and his legendary crush, Steals very few bases, with no ability to rush. He’s the man you want batting with the game on the line, He can break the hearts of many, at any given time. He runs like a barrel, head tilted to the side. His tongue sometimes dangles, after giving it a ride. His waist size is forty and his hat size is eight His beard is filled with evidence from a fish stick dinner plate. Fat Elvis is the hero to many girl, boy, woman and man, He treats them to the long ball each and every time he can. His is a switch hitter, but only at the plate The only gay thing about him is the big booty that he shakes. “Three-two is the pitch; hide your women and children…” Our Beloved Fat Elvis has again left the building.
That will only work if the cover picture is you pointing at your crotch with a quizzical look at the camera.
