We're oyster cracker on the stew, 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 sun at noon, We're a wheel of cheese high in 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 who's too 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 weak, And we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
We're gonna be Sinkin' We're gonna be Sinkin' soon, Everybody hold your breath 'cause, We're be sinkin' soon
We're gonna be Sinkin' soon, We're gonna be Sinkin' soon, Everybody hold your breath 'cause, and down we go.
Like the oyster cracker on the stew, The honey in the tea The sugar cubes, one lump or two? No thank you none for me. We're the golden crust an apple pie, That shines in the sun at noon, Like the wheel of cheese in the sky Well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon.