I was there at the cattle fair,
where lump fairies swear at glories far
beyond the fabric that she wears.
He said "Do ya wanna chair"
I'd join him anywhere!
A hole in the ground, in this
theatre I found J.C.'s infernal horde
they caper, they banter, forming human
pyramids, all to please
their infernal Lord...
Whoa!
His name is J. Cousteau!!!
A p**** and I know you know!! I know
you know, and there he goes.
He goes and grows, on gosh, he knows
Aboard the Calypso!!
The foam beside, and a burly
sea to ride, all spell goodness for the
master of the whirling pimple tides.
He tried and fried until the rusted
hinges sighed,
and then he stepped inside!
He found her there,
swimming in her seaweed hair,
looking vaguely like a lover who has hung herself with underwear
Phosphorescent green
and the s**-act made obscene, in Jacques
galleon of hatred This wrinkled French man is a living god!!!
Whoa!
His name is J. Cousteau!!!
A p**** and I know you know!! I know
you know, and there he goes.
He goes and grows, on gosh, he knows
Aboard the Calypso!!
Cousteau, you know, where the dying
dolphins go, and the wasteland ever growing,
never slowing till it's far below
Put it on your T.V. show
and let the humans know!!!
where lump fairies swear at glories far
beyond the fabric that she wears.
He said "Do ya wanna chair"
I'd join him anywhere!
A hole in the ground, in this
theatre I found J.C.'s infernal horde
they caper, they banter, forming human
pyramids, all to please
their infernal Lord...
Whoa!
His name is J. Cousteau!!!
A p**** and I know you know!! I know
you know, and there he goes.
He goes and grows, on gosh, he knows
Aboard the Calypso!!
The foam beside, and a burly
sea to ride, all spell goodness for the
master of the whirling pimple tides.
He tried and fried until the rusted
hinges sighed,
and then he stepped inside!
He found her there,
swimming in her seaweed hair,
looking vaguely like a lover who has hung herself with underwear
Phosphorescent green
and the s**-act made obscene, in Jacques
galleon of hatred This wrinkled French man is a living god!!!
Whoa!
His name is J. Cousteau!!!
A p**** and I know you know!! I know
you know, and there he goes.
He goes and grows, on gosh, he knows
Aboard the Calypso!!
Cousteau, you know, where the dying
dolphins go, and the wasteland ever growing,
never slowing till it's far below
Put it on your T.V. show
and let the humans know!!!