Open up the gate, I'm going for my walk
The morning air smelling like it's crispy o'clock
I go by the marina, check out every vendors' booth
But I can't believe the stuff they want to jam up in my tooth
One guy's got green mutton and another oxtail spam
But front and center this contender's selling this here sham:

See them vending deep fried killer whale
Crisp orca, man, that shouldn't be for sale

Crunchy on the outside and heavenly in the middle
A chance to taste the rainbow without chomping on a Skittle
Delicate but rich, flaky but substantial
Their dippin' em in that tartar and they're eating em by the handful

See them eating deep fried killer whale
That sort of conduct ought to send them to jail

Crisp orca is quite great, that part cannot be denied
But stop battering the whales, and then cooking til they're fried
We should be handing them guitars and circling them with drums
We should play rhythm while they lead, we should be their musical chums

See them making that deep fried killer whale
I'd rather serenade them and just fry up some kale

The sea is full of siren songs at frequencies unheard
But they'd rather capture beauty and turn it into a turd
Let the whales write their songs and we'll invest in the production
Surely they'll sound better than your appetite for destruction

Crisp playing from this orca, set sail
Keep on playing, Crisp orca, beardwail
Crisp playing from this orca, set sail
Keep on playing, Crisp orca, beardwail

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original written/recorded march 27 2012. microgtr thru microcassette

Microguitar

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