Cuddle Magic - Moby Dickless Lyrics
Call me ishmael, like my styleGot a white whale in bulk mailHalf a doubloon, one harpoonPrice to sell, broken seashellsWith purchase, free blowfishOld man queequeg, can’t sell his headSell his head, head, sell headLolita, light of my lifeWhat’s your sign, mine’s the still lifeScuse me miss, your pleasure isOn top of my to do listI’m so sorry, it’s stupidI think you stepped on my idOn my id, id, on my idGranted i am an inmateOf the mental hospitalAnd maybe i’m a bit shrillBut the cell wants free refillsTwo 60 watt bulbs birth meHanging from the same old treeSame old tree, tree, same old treeSame old tree, tree, old oak tree