Elvis sighting on the dining room table

This morning The Boy helped himself to the head, without waking either of us up first, for the first time. It was quite a milestone and I thought it deserved celebrating, so while he was at school, I went out and bought him the coolest thing I could find. In this case, a pantsuit-era Elvis Mr. Potato Head:

Before I gave him his reward, I explained that since it was an award for being cool, I thought of the coolest person I could think of, and that was Elvis. Once I explained to him that Elvis and Cash were friends when they were kids, Elvis’ coolness was cemented in The Boy’s mind. Then I whipped out his Mr. Potato Head and he was thrilled. He immediately began to disassemble it with a respect bordering on awe.

A little while later, The Missus had The Boy draw his own card for the birthday party they were getting set to leave for. After a few minutes, he brought back the piece, below. I thought, “Love the hair, looks like Manga Elvis.” I asked him who it was and he looked at me like I was trying to trick him. “Elvis,” he replied slowly, waiting for me to spring my dull-witted trap.

Is it just me, or does his Elvis look more like Elvis—late-60s, hip, badass Elvis even down to the atypical (for The Boy but period-correct) pastel pattern around the central figure—than the Potato Head version? Where the hell did that come from, based only on the caricature of a different-era Elvis in potato form?