Holly goes to work everyday at a little store down on Mobile Bay A tacky tourist trap called Gizmo's Gadget Giftshop She decorates the window with an array of useless items Like coffee mugs and bamboo steamers Earrings and Kleenex box covers made from shells But hidden in the middle is a purple satin pillow she made for him She sewed his name in gold and fringe is in the fold around the rim And Elvis is the king of her life His head encased in velvet hangs above her bed at night The dark haired man that she dreams of can't stand up in the light And she cries out to her Elvis of the night And Holly smiles inside each time she sees someone who reminds her A look a walk a talk just like Elvis She imagines what he would be like at home alone with her Engaging in a fantasy of an event she knows she'll never be With the real him Reality is cold and Holly's getting older and her future ain't bright Her husband's up and gone and he's left her all alone And she'll never know why And Elvis is the king of her life His head encased in velvet hangs above her bed at night But Holly's taking care of TCB with the never fading memory Of the one and only king of her life Why can't she find a man just like Elvis Why can't she find a man to give her what she needs Why can't she understand that there's no such thing in this world Holly met a man today at the little story down on Mobile Bay And be was just like Elvis