The Olde Elephant Man Lyrics

Webb Wilder The Olde Elephant Man

He be came the toast of old London town
Because a pachyderm slapped his momma down
well thats 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
hell old Hank Lordenbaughmen
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 be came the toast of old London town
Because a pachyderm slapped his momma down
well thats 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