Elvis is alive and livin' in Mexico
He had to call it a night, he couldn't take it anymore
I saw him by the station
Scoring a couple of grams
He didn't look good
No women, no friends
Walkin' the streets like a lazy bum
With a klondyke coat and a dirty suntan
So we went to the pub
Got a couple of brews
I couldn't believe it
He said it was true
So sick of the sixties, of doing films
He didn't wanna end like poor Marylin!
No more dough- no more chicks
Swimmin' pools or limousines
Airplanes- house in Spain
Free guitars- golden chains
No more blow- nor snowhite
Not even some glue to keep himself high!