Well, sometimes you have to go all out
when you're the King.
Because there's only one man
who's the King.
God picks him, hand-plucks him.
One night, God looked down at all the
millions and millions of people, man...
...and he decided which one
was the best, and it was me.
He plucked me from all those millions
and millions of people, man.
Listen to this, right now.
There's two things you need to know.
I'm the King. And number two is:
Look out, man! Look at that
coming at you. You see that?
It's called karate
and only two kinds of people know it, The Chinese and the King.
And one of them is me.
to Memphis, they want a nice little
honey and a little bit of June bug.
Look out, man!
~ Elvis Pressley