It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men Everywhere I go; From the minute I got to town And started to look around I thought these ill-bred people's gillslits showed I'm beginning to hear a lot of fish-men Right outside my door As I try to escape in fright To the moonlit Innsmouth night I can hear some more They speak with guttural croaks and to hear them provokes A profound desire to flee Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink Like a carca** washed up from the sea I wish I'd paid attention to that crazy drunken man He tried to warn me all about old Marsh's Deep One clan It's beginning to look a lot like Fish-men Everywhere I go; They can dynamite Devil Reef But that'll bring no relief Y'ha N'thlei is deeper than they know I'll continue to see a lot of fish-men That I guarantee For the fish-man I really fear Is the one who's in the mirror And he looks like me He looks just like me