Every Friday, my mate the sailor, went adventuring, down low,
He went cruising with his big submarine, to places, he did not know,
He would dive down a couple of leagues,
Slipped on his rubber battle fatigues,
That way he never worried, about any place he happened to go.
I once had an enormous chicken, and his name was Little Dick,
Little Dick was a feisty, rooster, and his comb was long and thick,
Dick's friend was an itsy, bitsy Beagle,
The Beagle was taken by an eagle,
The eagle grabbed the Beagle to feed to its last surviving chick.
I visited my friend Trina, She's lodged in the town, clink,
Trina fell off a low garden wall, after too much to drink,
Someone called for the cops,
Sirens raced through all stops,
I bought Trina a dress for court; it's long, frilly and pink.
Dynamite, Boom, Up
Up, Up, Boom, Boom, Metal, Hunks
Down, Crash, Money, Burns
Trina went out into the primordial woods, and found a three tailed sloth,
The huge sloth was dressed in black, with black makeup, in a style sort of goth,
Crunching bones and making flesh tears,
The sloth was eating grisly bears,
Trina was a sloth tax advisor, and sold him an IRA, called Roth.
A big tree fell at the top of a forest hill,
Nobody heard it, except maybe, Forest Phil,
Phil did not hear the fall for long,
Before he heard an angel song,
Poor old Phil was the first, hilltop tree, kill.
I cannot afford groceries, boohoo, boohoo,
We voted in a criminal, what can we do?
How could anyone know,
How bad things would go,
I fear our election, the whole world will rue.