Outdoor Elvis Lyrics

Out there where the air is clean
The redwoods high and the grass is green
People tell me they have seen a giant footprint
Is he fishing and skiing and hunting duck
With a guitar, shotgun and a pickup truck?
Well, with any kind of luck, we'll photograph him

Oh, oh, come again, Outdoor Elvis
Be our friend
Save us, Outdoor Elvis

The world has hope 'cos he's feeling good
Escaped the city
Lives in the woods
This is the spot I think he stood
Here's a giant footprint
A plaster cast where the pilgrims flock
Ticket line's around the block
If we don't have the King, what have we got?
Life don't make no sense

Oh, oh, come again, Outdoor Elvis
Be our friend
Save us, Outdoor Elvis
We have sinned
Forgive us, Outdoor Elvis

We'll build a shrine among the pines to you
We might have to set a trap to bring him back
Dead or alive
If we want to survive, we gotta bring him back

In his fishing vest and silver cape
I bet he's really looking great
You can pretty much tell that he's lost weight from the depth of his footprint
It's said he croons when the moon's above
Singing tenderly "Hunk of Burnin' Love"
It's nice to know he's still got his stuff
Hasn't lost the accent