Oceans

I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm focused on this motion, and the fragility of men I heard about your creature, when will you show me the thing? I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea Well rum times on high seas makes good times for sore knees You're packing some traffic aren't you, you old filthy mule Hand me that feather, I know the parrot that it came from And the dead man that you took it from, you fuckin' bastard I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm scurvy'd like lemons is gone And I'm stabbed up by some bird stealing swino Tell your offspring that I wasn't a bad fellow I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea And I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea I'm obsessed with the middle of the ocean I'm depressed at the bottom of the sea