We're an oyster cracker on the stew, And the honey in the tea, We're the sugar cubes, one lump two, In the black coffee, The golden crust an apple pie, That shines in the sun 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, drifted from the shore, With a captain who's too proud to say, That he dropped the oar, Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak, In this cheap pontoon, the hull has started growing weak, And we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
We're 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, gonna be Sinkin' soon, Everybody hold your breath 'cause, Down and down 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 in the sun at noon, Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky Well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon.