Cuddle Magic - Moby Dickless

call me ishmael
like my style
got a white whale
in bulk mail
half a doubloon
one harpoon
price to sell
broken seashells
with purchase
free blowfish
old man queequeg
can’t sell his head
sell his head, head,
sell his head

lolita, light of my life
what’s your sign, mine’s the still life
excuse me miss, your pleasure is
on top of my to do list
i’m so sorry, it’s stupid
i think you stepped on my id
on my id, id, on my id

granted i am an inmate
of the mental hospital
and maybe i’m a bit shrill
but this cell wants free refills
two 60 watt bulbs birth me
hanging from the same old tree
same old tree, tree, same old tree
same old tree, tree, old oak tree

Lyrics submitted by gruvious

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