[Elton John:]
If you're looking for the glory,
You think that you might find,
In a bullet-riddled stolen car,
On a back road in the pines,
If it's round just like a medal,
On a tired old man of war,
Or hidden like that Burma Star,
In my dad's bottom drawer
[Elton John and Leon Russell together:]
Look at you in your monkey suit,
Drivin' south nothing left
to prove,
You come back here
in your cowboy boots,
Dressed to kill
in your monkey suit
Every pose you strike,
Every frame they shoot,
Shows you dressed to kill,
In your monkey suit
[Elton John:]
Build your ladder to the moon,
Beat on that sacred drum,
Trample on the hands of those,
That cling to every rung,
Every seed you crush beneath,
Like stone ground in a mill,
You never drew a decent breath,
But you're just dressed to kill