Sabu Visits The Twin Cities Alone

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.