Out there where the air is clean
The red woods 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 pick-up 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 'cause he's feelin' 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
And a ticket lines 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 (bring him back)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
In his fishin' vest and his silver cape
I'll 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 a burnin' love"
It's nice to know he's still got his stuff hasn't
Lost the accent
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
('till the end of time we'll stand in this line for you)
O.e. o.e. we look for a sign from you
We might have to set a trap
Dead or alive, we'll bring him back