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