He sat and blinked
safe in his partly drenched old-fashioned seat
and licked his lips
I know for sure he'd like a brandy, neat.
He sat and smiles
in tribute pauses faced a consequence,
the subject made him able to ignite the speculum glance
You've nothing done that you can trace
Nor yet be lured out of this place
Will you sing me the sad song of the elephant man
trying to get off the stages because he never had performance plans
In finest bodily proportion he could let me stare
get rid of the unwanted fat
he said and eyed me up, bared
Your adaption is a fake that makes me shudder so
pile on the pounds or cut your candy fingers off
Garlands hang low, you have nothing done that you can trace,
nor yet be lured out of this place
Will you sing me the sad song of the elephant man
trying to get off the stages because he never had performance plans.
Will you sing me that sad song
safe in his partly drenched old-fashioned seat
and licked his lips
I know for sure he'd like a brandy, neat.
He sat and smiles
in tribute pauses faced a consequence,
the subject made him able to ignite the speculum glance
You've nothing done that you can trace
Nor yet be lured out of this place
Will you sing me the sad song of the elephant man
trying to get off the stages because he never had performance plans
In finest bodily proportion he could let me stare
get rid of the unwanted fat
he said and eyed me up, bared
Your adaption is a fake that makes me shudder so
pile on the pounds or cut your candy fingers off
Garlands hang low, you have nothing done that you can trace,
nor yet be lured out of this place
Will you sing me the sad song of the elephant man
trying to get off the stages because he never had performance plans.
Will you sing me that sad song