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!