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 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 to 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 the sad song