In a rear, damp, dark room he sits to rest.
A twenty-one year old poor thing who knew the bible by heart,
Nobody knew he was smart.
At a freak show in a carnival the tension grows,
Deformities as such were never witnessed by man
Behind this very curtain he stands – you'll all be dazzled by him. Don't you call him Elephant Man! – No he won't
That's not how he'd like to be called – Elephant Man
He'll never be the Elephant man.
Don't you call him Elephant man! Don't you call him Elephant Man! Joseph Merrick was his name.
A doctor rushed to save him from his slavery chains,
Secured him a room and a bed.
It took him time before he started talking, the doctor was amazed at what was revealed in his face – discovered a gentile young soul of a lad,
'Oh what a life must he have had' Don't you call him. And back he was down at the railway station.
He suffered, cold and ill with no place to go.
He took a look at his old mothers' picture,
She gave him hope, and right then he knew he'll never be the Elephant Man. Returned to London, made some friends.
Politicians, actors, lawyers, doctors – all knew his name.
The queen of England and the princess of Wales made him their honor guest.
He was accepted at last.
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