Mr. Sharky and his boys are smoking cigars,
They came knocking on my door three days ago,
Now they're spread out on my matching couch and love seat,
They thrash and nibble at the bait around my soul,
Sharky drinks my wine and works my lap computer, as if his presence really has some kind of worth,
I serve them tuna balls and those little cocktail wieners,
Sharky casually asks me if I like to surf.
Fatten up boys,
Some day, I'll stop feeding them, (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys,
I pray I'll stop needing them, (grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
Fatten up boys,
Some day I'll send them out to sea, (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys,
Now Sharky's all concerned, he wants to know what's eating me,
Fatten up boys,
Some day, I'll stop feeding them, (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys,
I pray I'll stop needing them, (grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
Fatten up boys,
Some day I'll send them out to sea, (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys,
Sharky takes, and Sharky gives just about enough to let you live, yeah.
Thought I had luck enough to fall from Sharky's favour, but he assures me that the cheque is in the mail,
He's breathing hard, his smile is cavalier and vicious,
Wearing that suit of razor blades with those florshems on his tail,
Mr. Sharky and the boys are getting restless,
They've got junky eyes, and I'm another fix,
Sharky likes to hear me beg for second chances so he can tell me that he'll fix it in the mix.
Fatten up boys,
Some day, I'll stop feeding them, (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys,
I pray I'll stop needing them, (grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
Fatten up boys,
One day I'll send them out to sea, (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
Hack it up boys,
Now Sharky's all concerned, he wants to know what's eating me,
Fatten up boys.
So, I'll act friendly with that squaliform card-shark and his voracious, cartilaginous breed,
Pretend to be his loyal pilot fishing yard guard,
The chub soup recipe for his predatory need,
Yeah, we all got our needs,
All got our needs,
Get down, get down, get down, so get down, get down on your knees.
