Well, he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it He knows that you dreaming about being about him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Show To get shy when they ask him for his auto 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 (Here he comes)
He pulled the mirrors off his Cadillac (yeah) ‘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 (yeah)