Fishlands
Eddied trying to make it with the scuba diver,

Katie's sacked out in the treasure chest.

Bobby's floatin' lifeless on the top of the bowl

We warned him one more flake would be his death.

Crazy Jane got her name from eating her own young

Man we all swim a wide path around her

Me, I was inhaling bubbles just lookin' for trouble

When Mrs. Murphy moved the furniture.

Now she's got us by a big picture window

With a clear view of the Jersey bay far below

And it drew us all together (except Bobby of course)

To talk about primordial things that fish just seem to know

And Eddie relayed stories his old man told us

'Bout a place he lived in the past

Where you could swim all day and swim all night

And never even hit the glass

Crazy Jane said,