All Aboard the S.S. Sinker
Ladies and gentlemen
Ah!
Start your day with a bang
Where did you go?
I've got a feeling where I wanna belong
I've gotta lose it before anyone sees
They're gonna want one when they know what I'm on, oh yeah
What a relief
I'm in a bubble without making a scene
You'll be the reason why we'll both get detained
You've been a mess twenty-four hours today, oh yeah
In your peacock flares, and your fluffy coat
In your alligator wingtip pose
In your mama's hat, and your dad's cigars
Got a bruise from every bouncing bar
And it's me that calls up the ambulance
And it's me telling the cops you're fine
And it's me holding your long hair back
Is it me, keeping you alive?
Come in to land
A little saying that you might understand
Have you been with us on this planet for long
I'm wondering when your head will turn on, oh yeah
Peacock flares, and your fluffy coat
In your alligator wingtip pose
In your mama's hat, and your dad's cigars
Got a bruise from every bouncing bar
And it's me that calls up the ambulance
Why's it always me that has to tell the cops you're dead?
You see, I have invented a robot to do the work of all service station attendants
Here is a picture of one such robot
It's always me that calls up the ambulance
And it's me telling the cops you're fine
And it's me holding your long hair back
Is it me, keeping you alive?
Strange things happen to people who don't dial one
What's the gun for?
To get your attention
Ah!
Start your day with a bang
Where did you go?
I've got a feeling where I wanna belong
I've gotta lose it before anyone sees
They're gonna want one when they know what I'm on, oh yeah
What a relief
I'm in a bubble without making a scene
You'll be the reason why we'll both get detained
You've been a mess twenty-four hours today, oh yeah
In your peacock flares, and your fluffy coat
In your alligator wingtip pose
In your mama's hat, and your dad's cigars
Got a bruise from every bouncing bar
And it's me that calls up the ambulance
And it's me telling the cops you're fine
And it's me holding your long hair back
Is it me, keeping you alive?
Come in to land
A little saying that you might understand
Have you been with us on this planet for long
I'm wondering when your head will turn on, oh yeah
Peacock flares, and your fluffy coat
In your alligator wingtip pose
In your mama's hat, and your dad's cigars
Got a bruise from every bouncing bar
And it's me that calls up the ambulance
Why's it always me that has to tell the cops you're dead?
You see, I have invented a robot to do the work of all service station attendants
Here is a picture of one such robot
It's always me that calls up the ambulance
And it's me telling the cops you're fine
And it's me holding your long hair back
Is it me, keeping you alive?
Strange things happen to people who don't dial one
What's the gun for?
To get your attention
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Caddy, Jack Zed Mcewan, Luke Parish
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