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
Compositores: Jay Wesley Watson (Gumby) (APRA), Kevin Richard Parker (Tame Impala) (APRA)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)Publicado em 2012ECAD verificado obra #15482291 e fonograma #6274748 em 21/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM