♪ Oh, let our love survive
♪ I'll dry the tears from your eyes
♪ Let's don't let a good thing die
Snowman's coming Yes, he's coming
He'll take you by the hand
He'll say one, two, three And you will be...
In cotton candy land
For those of you who are wondering, who this fella here is,
I am the legendary Colonel Tom Parker.
Colonel Tom Parker, legendary manager
of Elvis Presley, has been rushed to Valley Hospital.
I am the man who gave the world Elvis Presley.
Without me, there would be no Elvis Presley.
And yet, there are some who'd make me out to be the villain
of this here story.
Colonel Tom Parker was a liar, a cheat, a con man.
A shocking new book accuses Colonel Tom Parker
of massive fraud and mis-management.
Parker received as much as 50% of Elvis' income.
He worked Elvis like a mule, to support his own gambling addiction.
The court finds that the compensation received by Colonel Parker was excessive,
and shocked the conscience of the court.
Many believe that Colonel Tom Parker
was responsible for the death of Elvis Presley.
Now, you listen to me.
The only thing that matters is that that man
gets up on that stage tonight.
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on
Tom Parker killed him!
No! That's not true.
No, no, I didn't kill him.
I made Elvis Presley.
Nothing all those muckrakers said in their books was true.
Me and Elvis, we was partners.
It was Elvis the Showman and the Colonel the Snowman.
This is the lying Dutchman.
I always knew I was destined for greatness.
As an orphan, I ran away to the carnival,
where I learned the art of the "snow job," of emptying a rube's wallet
while leaving them with nothing - but a smile on their face.
But a carnival act that would get you the most money, the most snow,
had great costumes and a unique trick,
that gave the audience feelings they weren't sure they should enjoy.
But they do.
And I knew if I could find such an act,
I could create the greatest...
After the carnival, I moved into the music business...
the country music business.
I partnered with one of its biggest stars, Hank Snow.
Pardon me if I'm sentimental
When we say goodbye
And his hapless son, Jimmie Rodgers Snow.
I got one. - Oh, yeah.
Can't believe it. Blow their socks off.
Security. Security, Diskin!
Tell the mayors of these towns that we need a police escort
for Hank when he arrives.
In Baton Rouge, we are going to have a carny wedding
at the top of the Ferris Wheel, so, Zina, pick out your next husband.
In New Orleans, we're gonna use the loudspeaker to announce you, Hank.
and for you my little friends
...you are going to march in the parade.
Am I gonna be riding on an elephant, too?
A man on an elephant looks important.
We still need to get a novelty act to bring in the young folk.
Well, yes, yes, that's why you have a meeting with the Duke of Paducah tonight.
If we can book "the Funniest Mouth in the South,"
we'll have the greatest show of the season. Hey, Jimmie, turn that record off.
Y'all have to hear this.
Kids all over town are playing it everywhere I go.
I hear Negro rhythms.
But with a country flavor.
Sun Records? That's Sam Phillips' label.
Oh, yeah, Phillips.
He makes all those race records with the colored singers.
Well, this fella's on the Hayride tonight, after me in the newcomer spot.
No, they are not putting a colored boy on the Hayride.
That's the thing. He's white.
What do you think, Texarkana? Shall we play it for the 27th time?
Well, that's all right, mama That's all right for you
Shall we play it for the 27th time?
Everybody's talkin' 'bout this new Presley kid
That's all right...
That's all right That's all right...
But it don't matter if you do ten stupid things,
as long as you do one smart one.
Welcome y'all to the Louisiana Hayride,
broadcasting live to 26 of these United States.
How do you think I feel I know your love's not real
Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Where is the Colonel?
You have the fella that's singing the "All Right, Mama,"
that new record that's on the Sun label, eh?
The pop jocks keep playing him. - Yeah. Country DJs, too.
Even the colored kids, they're buyin' his record.
The colored ki- Well, where would I find such an act?
The dressing room.
Hey, Elvis Presley? Blue Moon Boys? Yeah. You're up next.
Excuse me. Bill, go time!
I know, I know.
Hi! - How's his stomach?
I thought I'd grab him a Pepsi,
but poor thing's still shaking like a leaf.
I'll get him on the stage. Come on. Let's go.
Here.It'll settle your stomach.
What if I forget the words on live radio?
All we gotta do out there's just a bit of clownin' around.
That's how we got this thing started in the first place.
Scotty and Bill are right, Elvis. You're not out there on your own.
You boys are a band. - That's right.