Mr. Sharky

Mr. sharky and his boys are smokin' cigars
They came knocking on my door three days ago
Now they're spread out on my matching couch and love seat
They thrash and nibble at the bait around my soul
Sharky drinks my wine and works my lap computer
As if his presence really had some kind of worth
I serve them tuna balls and those little cocktail weiners
Sharky casually asks me if i like to surf

Fatten up boys!
Some day, i'll stop feeding them
(chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys!
I pray, i'll stop needing them
(grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
Fatten up boys!
One day i'll set them free
Out to see
(chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Now sharkey's all concerned,
He wants to know what's eating me

Fatten up boys!
Some day, i'll stop feeding them
(chomp that chum got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys!
I pray, i'll stop needing them
(grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
Fatten up boys!
One day, i'll set them out to sea
(chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Sharky takes and sharky gives
Just about enough to let you live, yeah

Thought i had luck enough to fall from sharky's favor
But he assures me that the check is in the mail
He's breathing hard, his smile is cavalier and vicious
Wearing that suit of razor blades with those florshems on his tail
Mr. sharky and the boys are getting restless
They've got junky eyes, and i'm another fix
Sharky likes to hear me beg for second chances
So he can tell me that he'll fix it in the mix

So i'll act friendly with that squaliform card shark
And his voracious cartilaginous breed
Pretend to be his loyal pilot fishing yard guard
The chub soup recipe for his predatory need
Yeah, we all got our needs,
All got our needs
Get down, get down, get down,
So get down, get down on your knees

Now sharky makes a slight adjustment to his aqua-green toupee
Then flosses up all his bloody gums and teeth
And all the while he's laughing at my naivete and folly
Cos' man, you know, that's just the nature of the beast
Now all this time my harpoon is concealed, it's loaded up and ready
The net's overhead, and there's a mickey in his drink
Yeah, they think they've fooled me with all their pig-latin shop talk
I smile and sign the papers with some disappearing ink

It's a feeding frenzy
We're all fat and friendly
They've got the cash to lend me now
And i've still got some dreams
But it's a cordial slaughter
And gettin' harder and harder
To keep treadin' on in the dangerous waters
And to keep my own nose clean, so

Fatten up boys
Fatten up boys
Fatten up ow!
Fatten up ow!
Fatten up ow!