To the tune of "Walking in Memphis" by Marc Cohn - by Spanky and Harpo
 
We stashed the blue suede shoes
and planned out the game.
To rule the land of the Delta Blues
and not come when they call our names.
W.C. Handy-give that treat to me
Yeah, we got plenty of raisins,
But we're as blue as a fert can be
 
(Chorus):
And we're the weasels from Memphis
                                        jills (weasels from Memphis)
bouncin' and dookin' all over Beale
Yes, we're the weasels from Memphis
                                        jills (weasels from Memphis)
and we never eat the treats we steal
 
Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
We followed him to the gates of Graceland
And then we snuck right through
Now, security they did not see us
as we poop'd around his tomb
and there's a sticky little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room
 
(Chorus)
We've got Cheweasels on the table
We've got poofin' in the air
And Bhor'd be glad to see you
When you haven't got any hair
But boy, we've got it in for Memphis
 
Now Sukie plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
and we went down to see her
and she asked us if we would
Do some tail waggin'
and we war danced with all our might
And she said--
"Are you in the FLO?"
We said,"Ma'am, we are tonight."
 
(Chorus)
We stashed the blue suede shoes
and planned out the game
To rule the land of the Delta Blues
and not come when they call our names.
 
(Yee haw!  Boy, that was fun...let's go dig up the rug and beg for some
banana.)
 
Dooks!
Spanky and Harpo
[Posted in FML issue 2335]