Evolution Rag

we're the fish men or the sea apes

look at our tails and scales

and out big tough leader away he wails

he thinks he is the king pin but he's outraced

by the little weedy stranger with the grin on his face

but that is the illusionist the circus man

and the whole man murdering sea is his caravan (it leaks)

eat air croquettes my children dear

if you want to save yourself time and tears

history picnickers follow me

evolution up the slopes of the sea

out on the land out on the land singing hurray

while a million years pass by and we get well on out way

grandma clears the trash left by previous picnic slaves

and with just one swipe of her ragged fins she uncovers the caves

singing billy go store the map safely underground

he does but what is this that he has found

the map has gone how will we grow old

grandma's tears made the barbecue cold

I fing myself saying here's where I came in

the illusionist has vanished like a red hot gin