Viva, viva you
I appreciate King Presley finally when I see you and your dignity
As the carpet is jerked out from beneath you
You are like Elvis
on his last leg
sweating through his jumpsuit
knowing he would be a goner in a few days
But giving his all to the present Presley audience anyway
Viva, viva you
Long live your boots with the holes in the seams
That let water up through the soles when it rains
'cause no one is holding a spare pair for you
Long life to you
and long live the fever that's burning you clean
and long live the fate of your everworn jeans
'cause no one is holding a spare pair for you