We're an oyster cracker on the And the honey in the tea, We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two, In the black coffee, The golden crust on an apple pie, That shines in the at noon, We're a wheel of high in the sky, But we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
In a boat that's built of sticks and hay, We drifted from the shore, With a captain who's proud to say, That he dropped the oar, Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak, In this cheap pontoon, Now the hull has started growing weak, we're gonna be sinkin'
We're gonna be Sinkin' soon, We're gonna be Sinkin' soon, Everybody hold your breath 'cause, We're gonna be sinkin' soon
We're gonna be Sinkin' soon, We're gonna be Sinkin' soon, hold your breath 'cause, Down and down we go.
Like the oyster cracker on the stew, The honey the tea The sugar cubes, one lump or two? No thank you none for me. We're the crust on an apple pie, That shines in the sun at noon, Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky Well ... gonna be sinkin' soon.