Writer's Block Hotel

Well, since my muse has left me
They say that I've gone mad
Scribbling nothing but King, Come Back!
all over my writing pad

I'm so uninspired, baby
I'm so uninspired
I'm so uninspired, I could die

They can say I've lost my marbles
but I swear it's all so true
The King made off with my muse
Now, my writing days are through

I'm uninspired, baby
I'm so uninspired
I'm so uninspired, I could die

Well, I guess it makes some sense
'Cause I always fought my muse
Elvis offered up a BK Whopper
and my muse cut me loose

I'm uninspired, baby
I'm so uninspired
I'm so uninspired, I could die

Hey now, if your muse ever leaves you
and you got a tale to tell
Come help me find The King
at Writer's Block Hotel

Heartbreak Hotel

Well, since my baby left me
I found a new place to dwell
It’s down at the end of Lonely Street
at Heartbreak Hotel

You make me so lonely baby
I get so lonely
I get so lonely, I could die

And although it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
Where broken hearted lovers
do cry away their gloom

You make me lonely, baby
I get so lonely
I get so lonely, I could die

Well the bell hop’s tears keep flowing
and the desk clerk’s dressed in black
Well they been so long on Lonely Street
They ain’t ever gonna look back

You make me lonely, baby
I get so lonely
I get so lonely, I could die

Hey now, if your baby leaves you
and you got a tale to tell
Just take a walk down Lonely Street
to Heartbreak Hotel