Where's the church, who took the steeple, Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people, Television preachers with bad hair and dimples, The God's honest truth is, it's not that simple

And I try to give the best bang for the buck. I love performing more than anything else.

This imitation Elvis may not be the king, but baby I'm the next best thing.

Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

Whatever thrills you, anything you love to do, just say - Someday, I will.

My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola, and Elvis would sing, and then I'd dream about expensive cars.