The Sad Song Of The Elephant Man

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 smiled in tribute pauses faced a consequence the subject made him able to ignite the speculum glance I will sing you the sad song of the elephant man trying to get off the stages because he never had performance plans don't you know you are the sad song of the elephant man heat and flame burn down the stage before the final nail is driven in 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 I will sing you the sad song of the elephant man trying to get off the stages because he never had performance plans don't you know you are the sad song of the elephant man heat and flame burn down the stage before the final nail is driven in