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mailbox (geek rock band) - ahoy! (an epic tale of serology) lyrics

[verse 1]
i filled up my knapsack with kneecaps and knick+knacks
and knivings of knurls of knights i once knew
i jumped in my jumbled and juggled up junk
with a junto of jubilant jurists named judah

[chorus 1]
so, call me your knight+errant
or call me your burgeon
call me a juggernaut
or call me your surgeon

[verse 2]
we squirmed in our square+rig so squalid and squamous
with squids and squilla and squinty+eyed squirrels
our xyloid xebec had xanthic xylographs
as we xailed the xeven xeas

[chorus 1]
so, call me a xylophone
or call me your burgeon
call me a squib+o+phone
or call me your surgeon

[verse 3]
for 23 days and 23 nights
we ate all the fish that gave us a bite
but biting us hardеr than any fish can
was the bite of desirе to set site of land
we missed all our families
we missed all our friends
back in our homeland
where life may soon end
it seems that our children
our cattle, and our wives
are dying from something
they’re dropping like flies
they’re dropping like flies
[chorus 2]
rather do, rather do, rather do i do
let’s sail on save further ado
’cause all that i dream when i cover my eyes
is the land over sea where the jellyfish lies

[verse 4]
i once read a book, i know it was true
it told of the magic of jellyfish spoo
and now tis but i and my mateys of three
in the name of our land we’ve set out to sea
scoop ba boop boop
scoop ba doo be doo be doo
scoop ba boop
scooby doo be doo be doo
ba boo ba
scoop a doo be doo ba, hey
wa ha doo ba
scoopy doop (“back to work!”)

[bridge]
“cap’n?”
“aye?”
“we’re taking on bilge water, cap’n.”
“well, apply w+ngenstein suction and man the pumps.” (“man the pumps! rah!”)
“judah, what’s the distiscan on the mizzenmast?”
“it’s got pancreatitis, cap’n.”
“aye, pancreatitis of the mizzenmast.”
“should we lay low on the swashbuckling for a while perhaps, cap’n?”
“aye, good call, mate.” (“rah, good call!”)
“judah, reduce the tension on the mainsail and get me a hundred cc’s of halothane, stat.”
“hundred cc’s of halothane, cap’n.”
“well, don’t just stand there with it. get me the rib spreader.” (“rah! rib spreader!”)
“we didn’t bring one, cap’n.”
“ah. very well.”
[verse 5]
wave after wave we were looking for shore
to look for the cretin who carries the cure
the first mate cried, “ay! land ho! i see ya!
behold the fish that secretes panacea!”

[chorus 2]
rather do, rather do, rather do i do
let’s sail on, save further ado
cause all that i see when i open my eyes
is the land over sea where the jellyfish lies

[verse 6]
our maritime marvel marooned in a marsh
we marched toward the mascot to make marinade
but the fish got quite fistic and fiesty and fistled
but we fishers fissioned that fish into fisc

[chorus 1]
so, call me a mariner
or call me your burgeon
call me a fisherman
or call me your surgeon

[verse 7]
we hovered back home to a hero’s hurray (hurray)
through peasants and princes they pranced in parade
they summoned a speech shedding salutant sobs
i jestfully jeered, “it’s just my job!”

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