Sea Food Songtext
von Peter Silsbee
Sea Food Songtext
Picknicking on a tropical isle
You and me and an assortment of chips
I′ll do anything to make you smile
Here, have a taste of my dogfish dip
Lying on the sand in our birthday suits
Shaded by a coconut tree
I wish the tree held softer fruit
'Cause everything′s subject to gravity
Fish in the ocean
Fish in the sea
Fish on our plates
Fish in you and me
The shade was sparse and now we're burnt
I've got a big lump on my head
I′m sore as hell and wish I weren′t
But I'm content ′cause we're well fed
Fish in the ocean
Fish in the sea
Fish on our plates
Fish in you and me
Back in the water, back in the sea
Feels so cool on my crispy skin
So happy here, just you and me, but
I am getting nervous about that big fin
Fish in the ocean
Fish in the sea
Big fish has eyes
Eyes on you and me
How in the hell did it get so dark
I can′t tell if it's night or day
We′ve been ingested by a shark, and
I have no idea how we'll get away
Passing the time in this cold space
I keep whistling your favorite tune
To comfort myself I think of your face
And I hope that I will see you soon
Fish in the ocean
We were the dish
Such queasy motion
Now we're in the fish
You and me and an assortment of chips
I′ll do anything to make you smile
Here, have a taste of my dogfish dip
Lying on the sand in our birthday suits
Shaded by a coconut tree
I wish the tree held softer fruit
'Cause everything′s subject to gravity
Fish in the ocean
Fish in the sea
Fish on our plates
Fish in you and me
The shade was sparse and now we're burnt
I've got a big lump on my head
I′m sore as hell and wish I weren′t
But I'm content ′cause we're well fed
Fish in the ocean
Fish in the sea
Fish on our plates
Fish in you and me
Back in the water, back in the sea
Feels so cool on my crispy skin
So happy here, just you and me, but
I am getting nervous about that big fin
Fish in the ocean
Fish in the sea
Big fish has eyes
Eyes on you and me
How in the hell did it get so dark
I can′t tell if it's night or day
We′ve been ingested by a shark, and
I have no idea how we'll get away
Passing the time in this cold space
I keep whistling your favorite tune
To comfort myself I think of your face
And I hope that I will see you soon
Fish in the ocean
We were the dish
Such queasy motion
Now we're in the fish
Writer(s): Peter Livingston Silsbee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com