Ain’t Nothin’ but a Hot Dog
While we were in the “Promised Land” of Memphis, Tennessee, I decided that “It’s Now or Never” to visit Graceland, the home of “My Boy” Elvis Presley.
I informed Diggity Dog Drea, “‘I Don’t Care if the Sun Don’t Shine,’ I will be ‘All Shook Up’ with the ’Moody Blues’ if I don’t get to quell my ‘Suspicious Minds’ about the Presley homestead.” Diggity Dog replied “‘That’s All Right,’ ‘Don’t Be Cruel’ and waste any more of our time forcing Elvis lyrics into this story.”
We both agreed on “A Little Less Conversation,” as we’d already been talking “Too Much,” and instead we laced up our “Blue Suede Shoes,” hopped in our “Hound Dog,” BOLOGNA, and left our “Heartbreak Hotel” “In the Ghetto” for Graceland.
Joey B and Diggity Dog, dwarfed by the Presley Palace
Elvis Presley’s impressive dining room, where he may or may not have served up some Oscar Mayer hot dogs.
Elvis Presley’s epic living room, where we weren’t allowed to pound out the wiener jingle on the grand piano.
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