Elvis, heal me, save me. Elvis, make me be born again in the perfect Elvis light.
Debbie Gibson is pregnant with my two headed love child, it's a big foot baby all covered in fur.
She was lying like a loaf of bread. I said, baby, baby, baby, are you dead?
Tiffany is wrestling in Jell-O.
People from outer space they come up to me, they don't look like Doctor Spock, they don't look like Klingons, all that Star Trek jive. They look like Elvis.
Rave music sounds like an electronic disco version of '30s Universal monster movies.