(sir john...sir john)
every evenin' for a while, you could see him play live
he stood five foot six and weighed one-twenty-five
kinda slim in the shoulders and pudgy in the hips
and everyone agreed the dude was quite a trip..sir john
(sir john....sir johnnnnnn)...elton john...(sir john)

no tresses seemed to grow on john's bald dome
so he drifted into town and had some transplants sewn
it didn't grow much...kinda frizzy and fried
and if it grew at all, it was doomed to die...on sir john

somebody said they knew him in his teens
he almost, overnight, became a ragin' queen
add some crashin' chords from a huge rock band
and this loony sorta fella landed lots of fans...sir john
(sir john....sir johnnnnnn)...elton john...(sir john)

then came the day, he faced the end of the line
filled the record racks...but the folks weren't a-buyin'
people were sayin' that the hits were past
and everybody thought that they had heard the last...of sir john

he's a bust..he's a joke...and he looks like hell
he's a whiny little man, whose new stuff won't sell
so this saggin' singer emitted a groan
and like a sad little king, he just gave up his throne...sir john
(sir john....sir johnnnnnn)...elton john...(sir john)

he's had plenty of hits...he'd felt mighty love
but his agent yelled out, "folks are sick of your stuff"
and twenty years after he was all the rage
stood this little bald dude of advancin' age...sir john

his hands, still limber...he wouldn't back down
he called up taupin and he came 'round
and when bernie boy threw out a few lines
elton kinda thought that maybe things would be fine...for sir john
(sir john....sir johnnnnnn)...elton john...(sir john)

but they never discovered that final hit
even though they really took a stab at it
no good songs were written by these men
though the early ones were fine.......
he's a big...has-been..sir john
(sir john....sir johnnnnnn)...elton john...(sir john)
(sir john...sir john...sir john)