Man Overboard

Oh, look who just dropped in

 From his fancy party boat

Oh, his party’s over

Cause he’s got no floaty coat

 

Like a fish out of water

He’s putting up a fight

Flipping and flopping

With all of his might

 

     Some of us think, eat him

     Some, catch and release him

     But most will turn a blind eye

     And fail that troubled guy

 

Now, he’s all tangled up

In a scary ghost line

Wrapped up in a plastic bag

Of the grocery kind

 

He’s choking on the grotty taste

Of this nasty bitter bay

Taking in what we do

Every single day 

 

     Some of us think, eat him

     Some, catch and release him

     But most will turn a blind eye

     And fail that troubled guy

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          If that boat returns

          Do you think they’ll gaff him

          Beat him with bat

          Or just mangle him

          And throw him back

 

     Some of us think, eat him

     Some, catch and release him

     But most will turn a blind eye

     And fail that troubled guy

     But most will turn a blind eye

     And fail that troubled guy

 

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