Bones

You make a record Two, three, or four Call it a day And then you make some more Final performance "Oh, encore, encore!" See you in a couple years on the reunion tour I gotta ask What do you do it for? Is it really music you adore? So, I'm leaving the venue And closing the door I've heard it all before If you dig up the bones of old Elvis Wash his clothes and comb his hair He won't sing to you or dance for you or curl up his lip Even if the parts are all there Try as you might It's never quite the same And it isn't really such a shame So, treasure your fifteen years of fame Then fold or change the game