Lying awake beside a fat Elvis
Behind the shades his eyes are closed
A costume accustomed, the symbol is the fatal
In circuses where clowns look fat
Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
The armour's tight, it's not your size
The passion's there where we left you
It's not your size, this isn't new
I watched and watch, I watch a fat Elvis
As time ushers in a new contender
Nostalgia has such a pretty price tag
Nostalgia - such a pretty price tag
A shimmer of pity surrounds a fat Elvis
A memory makes him our family
The cut-outs, the copies, the fatter in the latter
The formula in getting old
Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
The armour's right, it's not your size
The passion's there where we left you
It's not your size, this isn't new
Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
Sparks burn your eyes
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