The Swirling Eddies - Outdoor Elvis lyrics

Out there where the air is clean The redwoods high and the gra** 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