Oh I am a dentist's daughter, and the tooth I have to tell, (Or should that be truth?) I went of down to Bexhill for the day, With my Da's inflating gnashers that he uses for a sign, I thought that out upon the foam I'd play. But the wind it blew Sou-westerley and swept me out to sea, I was really in the teeth of a gale, And I figured I was lost as upon the waves I tossed, Till I found I had lobster on my tail. So heres to the rubber lobster, the finest of it's kind, As a sea-going vehicle it can't fail, If you're struggling in the ocean and creating a commotion, It's as well to have a lobster on your tail. I was really rather startled as it came up alongside, You don't see an eight foot lobster every day, But the fellow riding on it coolly offered me a claw, And said 'Nice Teeth!' in quite a friendly way, Then he took me back to shore to the cheering of the crowd, And I went back to my Da to tell the tale, And he said 'Go tell your Mum, that you've come home safe, By Gum, All because you had a lobster on your tail! Can't suggest a tune, just do the best you can. Brian Q (aka Flash Company)
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