歌词
Incoming sole fisherman
He's drowning a lonely life of salt corrosion
Drown in a lonely life
There'll be no great spoils from the market sales tonight
In a small boat named 'Fit for a King'
He's coming in a spluttering
Five miles per hour
From a big beatbox
He plays loud and hard
To drown out a lonely life of salt corrosion
Drown in a lonely life
There'll be a meager spend in the market share tonight
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
Good luck, what's good luck?
Fattening a fish is good luck
Fortune, good fortune?
Coming home's fortune enough
It's a lonely life of gross reduction
We drown in a lonely life
But there'll be peace within at the Dolphin Inn tonight
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
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Seagulls overhead (la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la)
Circling overhead (la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la)
Seagulls overhead (la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la)
Circling overhead (la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la la la
Written by: William F Thomas


