Last night I broke the seal
Of Flintstone jelly bean jars
On that warm little table
And pulled me up a big old piece of floor
I pulled the head off Elvis
Felt Fred up to his pelvis
Yabba -dabba -doo, the king is gone
Round about ten we all got to talkin'
About Graceland, Bidrock and such
The conversation finally turned to women
But they said they didn't
Elvis said, find them young
And Fred said, old -fashioned girls are fun
Dab -a -dab -a -doo, the king is gone
Later on it finally hit me
Cause this time I know you
Like all of them other times before
Then I broke Elvis' nose,
and pored the last drop from his toe
Yabba -dabba -doo, the king is gone,
the king is gone, and so are you
Last night I broke the seal
I flipped on Jelly Bean Joe