Out there where the air is clean, the redwood's 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 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, a 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,
Bring him back,
Oh.

In his fishing 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 with the moons 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,
'Til the end of time we'll stand in this line for you,
Oh E, Oh E, we look for a sign from you.

We might have to set a trap,
Dead or alive, we'll bring him back.