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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tame Impala
Tame Impala
Performer
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Vocals
Jay Watson
Jay Watson
Drums
Dominic Simper
Dominic Simper
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Songwriter
Jay Watson
Jay Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Producer
Dave Fridmann
Dave Fridmann
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Studio Personnel

Lyrics

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it's not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask him if he's on top There must be something deep down in the middle of down there He's not too easily scared He's got friends but you get the feeling Wouldn't care too much if he just disappeared Oh, look there he is now coming down the stairs (Here he comes) He pulled the mirrors off his Cadillac (yeah) 'Cause he doesn't like it looking like he looks back He talks like his opinion is a simple fact Somebody grabbed his collar He cried the whole way home He won't remember a thing 'til it started again That's how it is 'til the end (yeah)
Writer(s): Kevin Parker, Jay Watson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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