Lyrics:
Nine bowls of soup are balanced on the end of a rake On an ichthyosaur's head Woah, woah, woah, woah Oh good, none of them spilled Please can I have
Ichthyosaurs come together Let us feast mightily On the flesh of the ones Who fell into the ocean Deep dark red fills us with lusty greed We will
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