Buffalo Drowning Witch - Live

There is a ship arriving too late
To save a drowning kind of a witch
She was swimmin' along
Tryin' to keep a date

With a Merchant Marine
Who told her he was really rich
But it doesn't matter no more
She's on the ocean floor

The water's all green down there
And it's not very clean down there
And the pointed hat
Well, she's got water in that

And water snakes and rusty wrecks
Is all that she can see
As the light goes dim
And she's tryin' to swim
Will she make it? (Boy, we sure hope so)

Not even a witch oughta be caught
On the bottom of America's spew-infested waterways
She could get radiation all over her
She could mutate insanely

And then if she ever got out of the liquid entrapment
She could grow to be fifteen feet tall
And scary lookin'
Even more so than a pre-moistened witch oughta be

And then she might go on the freeway
She could cause accidents
While people looked at her
Cars could crash all over the place
From the result of people with Hawaiian shirts on

Lookin' up to see her face
With seaweed and urchins
Emphasizing her cheekbones
Wow, whe can really be ugly and scary looking

Sardines in her eyebrows
Lobsters up and down her forehead
All of them terribly large from radiation
And dangerous
And smelling very bad

I don't know
Maybe it's better if she stays in the water
And a submarine could save her
And take her home to the Navy
For some kind of ritual sacrifice