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