Lyrics:

The movie wasn't really
doing so hot
said the new producer
to the old big shot
its dying on the edge
of the great midwest
Sabu must tour
or forever rest.

Hey look ma
here comes the elephant boy
bundled all up in his corduroy
headed down south towards Illinois
from the jungles of East St. Paul.


His manager sat
in the office alone
staring at the numbers
on the telephone
wondering how a man
could send a child actor
to visit in the land
of the wind chill factor.
Sabu was sad
the whole tour stunk
the airlines lost
the elephant's trunk
the roadie got the rabies
and the scabies
and the flu
they was low on morale
but they was
high
on.