Elvis probably would have been fine with the sidedish itself.
In a Yugo
Man I remember going to English class at my high school, a Catholic, upper-middle class, all male place, the likes of which are now extinct.
And of course we had this old hippy English teacher who kept on trying to guilt-trip us with songs like this. He would play it on the crappy AV department RCA suitcase-type crackling record player. We had to analyze this song in particular as if it were literature. Of course, our analysis was not complete until we had come up with reasons why and how it was OUR fault that the ghetto babies kept popping out of the moms in the King's song.
We gagged on this nonsense silently, later, most of us going on to become FR-type rednecks like me in the professions.
The circle of life: My son now goes to a similar school, and the teachers are still making him and his classmates listen to the same Kum-ba-yah stuff and read THE SAME feculant paperbacks like Catcher in the Rye, etc.
My son and his friends gag on it just as we did. They keep their mouths shut because they know someday they have to earn a living with a degree or a diploma of some type. But they resent having to suffer in silence at the attempted brainwashing.
There is real hope for the nation, in that this next generation of kids are very conservative. IMHO.
PS I really like the song, though.
Regards