The Olde Elephant Man - Webb Wilder

He became the toast of old London town

Because a pachyderm slapped his momma down

Well that’s what give him the brand

Of the ole elephant man

Oh, Lord, how could you be so cold

To dump all those blues on one poor soul?

Tell me Lord could you stand

To be the elephant man?

He took a lick from the ugly stick

He made the people of London sick

He had the looks that could fry a toad

Make a train take a gravel road

Well it became the rage of Victorian society

To have a monster come over to your house for a cup of tea

Well thank the Lord above

He didn’t look like you and me

He took a lick from the ugly stick

He made the people of London sick

He had the looks that could fry a toad

Make a train take a gravel road

He became the toast of old London town

Because a pachyderm slapped his momma down

That’s what give him the brand

Of the ole elephant man

Tell Me Lord could you stand

To be the elephant man?

The old elephant man