Lying awake beside a fat ElvisnBehind his shades his eyes are closednA costume accustomed, the symbol is the fatalnIn circuses where clowns look fatnnTry waiting here, sparks burn your eyesnThe armour's tight, it's not your sizenThe passion's there where we left younIt's not your size, this isn't newnnI watched and watch, I watch a fat ElvisnAs time ushers in a new contendernNostalgia has such a pretty price tagnNostalgia - such a pretty price tagnnA shimmer of pity surrounds a fat ElvisnA memory makes him our familynThe cut-outs, the copies, the fatter in the latternThe formula in getting oldnnTry waiting here, sparks burn your eyesnThe armour's tight, it's not your sizenThe passion's there where we left younIt's not your size, this isn't newnnTry waiting here, sparks burn your eyesnSparks burn your eyes