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

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