I can see Elvis skinny like he was back in fifty-seven
razor-quiffed and leather-squeezed sideburns flickering in the breeze
that blows across the vale of heaven (riff)
I can see Elvis throned like a king astride a golden Harley
smoking a reefer he just rolled full of acapulco gold
with Hendrix, Dean and Marley (riff)
I can see Elvis(doo-wap) prowling like a cat(doo-wap)
across a funky bandstand (doo-wap)
Keith Moon behind him banging drums (doo-wap)
Charlie Parker all thumbs (doo-wap)
John Lennon doing handstands (doo-wap) (riff)(doo-wap)
Solo on acoustic
I can see Elvis talking philosophy and law
with Joan Of Arc and Plato
quizzing Shakespeare on his plays
showing Crazy Horse and Marvin Gaye
how to dance the mashed potato (riff)
I can see Elvis (doo-wap)
high and low and high (doo-wap)
and low and high he's hunting (doo-wap)
looking for a special prey (doo-wap)
who only just arrived up here today (doo-wap)
break out the bunting (doo-wap) (riff) (doo-wap)
I can see Elvis he's writin' something down
in a litle leather journal
"I am gonna slit the throat of that skinflint, the Colonel"
I can see Elvis I can see Elvis I can see Elvis
I can see Elvis I can see Elvis I can see Elvis Elvis Elvis