Charles Chaplin Would Surely Make Me Ill
To get a little action,
I’d even be a pill,
So when I cease to be,
I want to go back I want to go back,
I want to go back to the sea,
Oh, for the life of a sardine,
That is the life for me,
Cavorting and spawning every morning,
Under the deep blue sea,
To have no fear of a fisherman’s net,
Oh what fun to be gay and all wet,
Oh for the life under the sea,
That is the life for me...
