Up to my ears
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In bitter tears.
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Can’t believe I’ve sunk this low
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As I walk the plankton
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Inner sanctum.
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Got outta Dodge,
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Sailed on a bon-less
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Bon voyage.
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You said North,
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I headed South.
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Tossed overboard.
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Good Lord, that’s a really large mouth…
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I’m sleeping with fishes here,
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In the belly of the whale.
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I’m highly nutritious here,
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In the belly of the whale.
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Bad food, lousy atmosphere.
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I don’t wanna bellyache.
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How long is this gonna take?
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Woke up this morning kinda blue,
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Thinking through that age-old question:
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How to exit a whale’s digestion?
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It might behoove me to be heaved.
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Head out like a human comet…
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I’m sleeping with fishes here,
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In the belly of the whale.
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I’m highly nutritious here,
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In the belly of the whale.
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I’m ready to reappear.
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I don’t wanna bellyache.
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Lord, how long’s this gonna take?
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End times, they come rolling around.
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Enzymes, they come breaking us down to the core.
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The good Lord grants we all get a second chance.
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I’m one of the dishes here,
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In the belly of the whale.
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They say I’m delicious here,
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In the belly of the whale.
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Lord, please make him chuck it all.
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It’s a gut call
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In the belly of the whale.
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I’m in the belly of the whale.
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In the belly of the whale.
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I’m in the belly.
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In the belly of the whale.
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I’m in the belly of the whale.
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In the belly of the whale.
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I’m in the belly…
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In the belly of the whale
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In an underwater jail
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It’s a tight squeeze.
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It’s a-gettin' to me,
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But it’s roomier
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Than the tail.
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Hey, sailor,
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Got my flow free
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Like a salmon to the sea
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From the L.A. Symphony.
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I’m a paddleboat
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Paddlin' in their wake,
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A fake free-styler,
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But my unemployment pays.
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I’m avoiding cliches
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Like «whale of a tale"stale
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Or «you can’t keep
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A good man down,»
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'Cause you can
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And I’ve been there, man.
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But I’ve been expectorated.
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I’m elated!
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I’m free like Willie!
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Happy Day!
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Oops,
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That’s a bit of a cliche.
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In the belly… |