My lover's a diver, searching for treasure.
I'm afraid that some day he'll just drown,
And leave me alone here, with no source of pleasure.
He's the only good man in this town!

He goes down in the ocean for divers reasons,
I don't really understand why.
But I'm afraid, just to spite us,
He'll get diverticulitus,>\
The "v" will drop out, and he'll die!

That's one verse and a chorus, which is as far as I got, some years ago, in writing a song built around that phrase. Please don't ask me why.

Peter.