Lyrics
Put down my thoughts in a letter to the president
Penciled and packaged with all due respect
Elvis commemoratives just for effect
Never heard back
You think you know a guy
Wired my congrats to Chuck and Di some time ago
(All my love to the queen)
My invitation was lost in the mail
But I know I was missed when they kissed 'neath the veil
I sent a nice gift
Never got a note
But my closet's a shrine to an old friend of mine
Here I talk all the time with a prophet-priest
Pull out boxes and brooms, I gush like a groom
For it's here I commune
With a prophet, priest and king
(Prophet, priest and king)
Prophet, priest and king
(Prophet, priest and king)
If I indeed am misperceived by some heads of state
(Hey that's great)
'Cause I talk to a prophet who tells me the truth
And I dine with a king at my home in Duluth
Better yet I'm in touch with a much needed friend
Who hears my confessions and pardons my sin
Yeah my closet's a shrine to an old friend of mine
Here I talk all the time with a prophet-priest
Pull out boxes and brooms, I gush like a groom
For it's here I commune
With a prophet, priest and king
(Prophet, priest and king)
Prophet priest and king
(Prophet, priest and king)
Prophet, priest and king
(Prophet, priest and king)
Prophet, priest and king
(Prophet, priest and king)
Prophet, priest and king
(Prophet, priest and king)
