Cuddle Magic - Moby Dickless lyrics

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 head Lolita, light of my life What’s your sign, mine’s the still life Scuse 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 the 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