Time To Fess Up

I would like to say to all of my fans here at A2K, that I have enjoyed my time with you.

I hope all of you will stop by the gift shop at Graceland someday and buy one of them Elvis decanters where you can unscrew my head, and drink outta my neck.

But now, I'm afraid I must reveal my real identity. I know it is only a question of time before TTH catches up to me, and reveals my identity before all and sundry, so I have decided to beat her to the punch, jack.

TTH. Man! That sounds like one of them medications I used to take.

Btw, where the hell is my demarol, man?

How can TTH know everybody's identity? I still haven't figured that one out. But that reminds me of the time I wanted to be an FBI agent. I even wrote a letter about it to President Richard M. Nixon, jack.

I'm beginin' to ramble now, like I used to do when I did a concert drunk.

Anyway, man, it's time to reveal my identity now..... I'm.... My name is......

my identity is...