Big News I (Live in Flint) - Clutch
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Big News I (Live in Flint) Lyrics
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and byeAhead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet
Amen!Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a brewin'
Nine crows at nine o clock nye
Dutch men on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, dieFortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boatOh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
She's sunk full fathom, five, five, fiveFortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boatThem bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
Songwriters
FALLON/SULT/MAINES/GASTERPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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