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| G | C | D | G |
| G | C | |
| The | movie wasn't really doing so | hot |
| D | G | |
| said the | new producer to the old big | shot |
| G | C | |
| its | dying on the edge of the great | Midwest |
| D | G | |
| Sa | bu must tour or forever | rest. |
| G | |
| Hey | look ma |
| here comes the elephant boy |
| C | |
| bundled all up in his corduroy |
| D | |
| headed down south towards Illinois |
| G | |
| from the jungles of East St. | Paul. |
| G | C | |
| His manager sat in the office | alone |
| D | G | |
| staring at the numbers on the tele | phone |
| G | C | |
| wondering how a man could send a child | actor |
| D | G | |
| to | visit in the land of the wind chill | factor. |
| (Repeat Chorus) |
| (Repeat Intro) |
| G | C | |
| Sabu was sad the whole tour | stunk |
| D | G | |
| the | airlines lost the elephant's | trunk |
| G | C | |
| the roadie got the rabies and the scabies and the | flu |
| D | G | |
| they was low on morale but they was high | on. |
| (Repeat Chorus) |