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Elvis has just left the building -- |
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Those are his footprints, right there |
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Elvis has just left the building -- |
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To climb up that heavenly stair |
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He gave away Cadillacs once in a while; |
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Had sex in his underpants, |
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Yes, he had style! |
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Bell-bottom jump-suits? |
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That's them in a pile, |
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But he don't need'em now, |
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'Cause he's makin' Jesus smile! |
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Elvis has just left the building -- |
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Those are his footprints, right there |
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Elvis has just left the building -- |
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To climb up that heavenly stair |
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The Angels all love him, |
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He brings them relief |
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With droplets of moisture |
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From his handkerchief! |
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Cher'bim 'n ser'phim |
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Whizz over his head -- |
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Jesus, let him come back! |
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We don't want Elvis dead. |
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So what if he looks like a wart-hog in heat? |
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He knows we all love him -- |
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We'll just watch him eat, |
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So take down the foil |
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From his hotel retreat, |
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And bring back The King |
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For the man in the street! |
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Elvis has just left the building -- |
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Those are his footprints, right there |
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Elvis has just left the building -- |
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To climb up that heavenly stair |
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He's up there with Jesus, in a big purple chair |
