Elephant
Well, he feels like an elephantShaking his big grey trunk for the hell of itHe knows that you dreaming about being about himToo bad your chances are slimAnd it’s not like Mr. ShowTo get shy when they ask him for his autoThere must be something deep down in the middle of down thereHe’s not too easily scaredHe’s got friends but they got fearWho don’t care too much if he just disappearedOh, look there he is now coming down the stairs(Here he comes)
He pulled the mirrors off his Cadillac (yeah)‘Cause he doesn’t like it looking like he looks backHe talks like his opinion is a simple factSomebody grabbed his collarHe cried the whole way homeHe won’t remember a thing 'til it started againThat’s how it was 'til the end (yeah)