Death Metal

We were writing this album My manager called and said we need a hit He said "Your music's not current enough for the kids so write a death metal song" We said "Heck yeah you got it!" So I got out my beach ball My Hawaiian shirt with little coconuts on the sleeves And wrote this brutal jam while the tall palm trees Began to sway gently in the island breeze Death metal, the metal of death Better drink that margarita before your last breath The taste of Satan from our rock armada An umbrella of evil in your piña colada Death metal, put on your leis Surfin' waves as your rotting mortal soul decays Lay back in the sand and drift slowly away And renounce your God's existence at the seafood buffet Our manager called us back and said "Hey guys, its your manager Brent. This definitely isn't death metal." "It sounds more like Jimmy Buffet" We laughed at the way he's always joking around And then we tuned our ukeleles to get that dark sound We were in the metal festival that night To play with some bands, it was such a great list Like Demigod Slut and Chasm of Filth And Maggot Desecration and Graves of Piss STEEL DRUM SOLO! DEFILE ME WITH THAT SAX! Easy on those coconut shrimp, Jerry Death metal, the metal of death Tanning lotion on corpse, he needs a high SPF Playing frisbee all day, you'll be running like a cheetah Sacrificing goats with a sweet señorita Death metal, choke on our scum Thanks for joining us today for all our tropical fun I have to say this vile concert went well Now suck this music tribute to our dark lord in hell What the heck was that