Lyrics:

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

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

I can see Elvis
Prowling like a cat across a funky bandstand
Keith Moon behind him banging drums, Charlie Parker all thumbs
John Lennon doing handstands

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

I can see Elvis
High and low and high and low and high he's hunting
Looking for a special prey who only just arrived up here today
Break out the bunting

I can see Elvis
He's writin' something down in a little leather journal
And here are all the words he wrote:
'I am gonna slit the throat of that skinflint, the Colonel'

I can see Elvis...