Hobbit On the Rocks

There's an old Virginian vibraphone

With a calculated gait

And a man who thinks he's Al Capone

With a cummerbund and capeDon't criticize what a vicar would prize in you

And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to

And the hobbit on the rocks is cryin'

And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah

And the hobbit on the rocks is cryingThere's an orchestra in Rococo

And an insulated dwarf

And the ships are sinking in the sea

As they sail from the shoreDon't criticize what a vicar would prize in you

And the hobbit on the rocks is cryin'

And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah

Oh oh oh oh oh oh and the hobbit on the rocks is crying

For the grunion in the sand entwining