Lyrics

Hey bottom feeders
Trying to pick up girls in the bottom of a tank full of booze
Some kind of Sean Connery with pneumatic pecs and pointed shoes
Well I’m only here to be silly with my friends
Forget about the week that I just had
So you don’t need to keep guessing my age

And I don’t mean to be rude fella
But not even if I was as old as Methuselah

Hey mister big fish
Desperate to impart advice, well I may have one appendage less
But that doesn’t mean that I’m a damsel in distress
In need of your new found expertise
Big fish quit flapping it about
On your island on this tiny planet

And I don’t mean to be rude fella
But not even if I was as old as Methuselah
And I might carry this womb like a shackle
It’s in that void, in all I don’t have that things fizz and crackle
I’ll go running in the rain
Work late again