Lyrics

Well, he feels like an elephant
Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it
He knows that you dreamin' about being about him

Too bad it just is a sin

And it's not like Mr. Show
To get shy when they ask him for his auto(graph)
There must be something deep down in the middle of down there

He's not too easily scared

He's got friends but they got fear
Who don't care too much if he just disappeared
Oh, look there he is now coming down the stairs

He pulled the mirrors off his Cadillac
'Cause he doesn't like it looking like he looks back
He talks like his opinion is a simple fact

Somebody grabbed his collar
He cried the whole way home
He won't remember a thing til it started again

That's how it was til the end