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....
I pull out boxes and brooms and I gush like a groom.
For it`s here I commune with a 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.
