I bet he feels like an elephant
Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it
You know, that you're dreaming of about being him
Too bad your chances are slim
And it's not like Mr
He's got friends but you get the feeling
That they wouldn't care too much if he'd just disappear
Here comes
He pulled the mirrors off his cadillac
Because he doesn't like it looking like he looks back
Somebody *** his colour
... That's how it is till the end, yeah
