There are a lot of ways this song can be interpreted, but I think it's pretty straight forward. No mystery here. This song is clearly about the time that Elvis Presley shoved his veined and swollen blood bomber into Ann-Margret's winkin' pink brownie cake, pulled out a big fat pitted cherry, and shot cream filling all over the wet, pendulous lard bags on her chest.
There are a lot of ways this song can be interpreted, but I think it's pretty straight forward. No mystery here. This song is clearly about the time that Elvis Presley shoved his veined and swollen blood bomber into Ann-Margret's winkin' pink brownie cake, pulled out a big fat pitted cherry, and shot cream filling all over the wet, pendulous lard bags on her chest.