The Olde Elephant Man - Lyrics - Webb Wilder

The Olde Elephant Man 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