Mr. Sharky

Mr. sharky and his boys are smokin' cigars

They came knocking on my door three days ago

Now they're spread out on my matching couch and love seat

They thrash and nibble at the bait around my soul

Sharky drinks my wine and works my lap computer

As if his presence really had some kind of worth

I serve them tuna balls and those little cocktail weiners

Sharky casually asks me if i like to surf

Fatten up boys!

Some day, i'll stop feeding them

(chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)

Hack it up boys!

I pray, i'll stop needing them

(grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)

Fatten up boys!

One day i'll set them free

Out to see

(chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)

Now sharkey's all concerned,

He wants to know what's eating me

Fatten up boys!

Some day, i'll stop feeding them

(chomp that chum got a taste for blood)

Hack it up boys!

I pray, i'll stop needing them

(grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)

Fatten up boys!

One day, i'll set them out to sea

(chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)

Sharky takes and sharky gives

Just about enough to let you live, yeah

Thought i had luck enough to fall from sharky's favor

But he assures me that the check is in the mail

He's breathing hard, his smile is cavalier and vicious

Wearing that suit of razor blades with those florshems on his tail

Mr. sharky and the boys are getting restless

They've got junky eyes, and i'm another fix

Sharky likes to hear me beg for second chances

So he can tell me that he'll fix it in the mix

So i'll act friendly with that squaliform card shark

And his voracious cartilaginous breed

Pretend to be his loyal pilot fishing yard guard

The chub soup recipe for his predatory need

Yeah, we all got our needs,

All got our needs

Get down, get down, get down,

So get down, get down on your knees

Now sharky makes a slight adjustment to his aqua-green toupee

Then flosses up all his bloody gums and teeth

And all the while he's laughing at my naivete and folly

Cos' man, you know, that's just the nature of the beast

Now all this time my harpoon is concealed, it's loaded up and ready

The net's overhead, and there's a mickey in his drink

Yeah, they think they've fooled me with all their pig-latin shop talk

I smile and sign the papers with some disappearing ink

It's a feeding frenzy

We're all fat and friendly

They've got the cash to lend me now

And i've still got some dreams

But it's a cordial slaughter

And gettin' harder and harder

To keep treadin' on in the dangerous waters

And to keep my own nose clean, so

Fatten up boys

Fatten up boys

Fatten up ow!

Fatten up ow!

Fatten up ow!