Memories are like feeding flies
Looking for a way inside, but
These days I get so high
I get so high

But your grandmother’s cigarette
She was an Elvis vet
Yeah, she was an Elvis vet

I’m still learning the ropes
Still trying to cope, and
Still on that dope, I’m
All wrapped in smoke

But your grandmother’s cigarette
She was an Elvis vet
Yeah, she was an Elvis vet

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