Once upon a time in Graveland there lived a king.
Because he thought he was the one and only he called himself THE KING.
In recent years he had earned loads of gold and appreciation.
He knew that his people were happy. They believed in God, rock'n'roll and a whole lotta love. What more could you want?
But THE KING was a lonely man. He was missing the crazy little thing called love. And the throne of the queen was pretty vacant. And he knew that it was the talk of the town. He was no man with a wooden heart and longed for real great love.
So he called for the wisest man in his country, the hoochie coochie man who had enormous magic powers (probably because he felt sympathy for the devil) and had travelled to the outer limits of the kingdom.

THE KING said: "Listen, everybody's talkin' about me.
I know, you are the king of the road. So, please, look around for the nicest girl in the whole kingdom."

After the magician returned in his magic bus he had a girl of stunning beauty on board. He had found her under the bridge on the road that was supposed to lead to seventh heaven. She was the youngest child of a preacher man, she had a heart of gold and from the very first moment she met THE KING there were only good vibrations between them.

THE KING fell in love easily and he said to the magician: "You got it!"

Only one very very long night later he said to the princess of his heart:

"You are my L.A. Woman and by that I mean you are my loving angel. All right now, let's marry!"

And they had this great wedding party, where every invited and uninvited guest had to confess honestly: "The house is rockin'!" It was like a fairytale in which all the angels were singing with elvislike voices: "What a wonderful world..."

THE KING had found his queen and they lived happily ever after...