Well he feels like an elephant/Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it/He knows that you’re dreamin’ about being over him
from Elephant lyrics by Tame Impala
Parker once again fires a loaded gun at pretentiousness. He compares that egomaniacal attitude to an elephant swinging his trunk around carelessly, an obtrusive individual with no sensibilities. It’s the antithesis to style over substance.
