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.


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