Elephant Songtext
von Imelda May

There′s an elephant in the room
And it's fucking huge
A prophecy of gloom
Looming larger than life of gigantuous height
In full plain sight
And right under our upturned noses
Luca bos poses

No trumping it′s trunk
No growling or grunts
It's quiet
Big there

Stillness impressive
Presence oppressive
Passive aggressive
Does powerful nothing yet


Enough to be felt, smelt
Knelt at the altar of pray
What shall we do?
Call emergency or London Zoo

Definitely don't stare
Or acknowledge it′s there
Keep calm and carry on
Keep moving along
Though nothing is wrong

Make pleasant exchanges
Of weatherly changes
Rain I say
The proper way
Stiff upper lip

And all that
And chit-chat
And be a good chap
And pass the sugar

One lump or two?
But whatever you do
Don′t mention the elephant
In this room