Ah yeah, the other Elvis. This one never really got fat and sweaty (that I’m aware of, anyway), and no one seemed to care much if he left the building. I don’t think he was much for the hip swivel thing, either.
This Elvis had more than a little of a sardonic or cynical viewpoint as near as I can tell. Also, oddly enough, cerebral. In fact, he’s quite the lyricist. Just listen to the songs – he doesn’t rely on needless empty repetition, actually telling stories with his tunes.
That’s pretty nice, actually.