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