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