GWAR Je M'appelle J. Cousteau Lyrics

I was there
at the cattle fair
where lump fairies swear at glories
far beyond the fabric that she wears.
He said "Do ya wanna chair?"
I'd join him anywhere!
A hole in the ground
in this theatre I found
J.C.'s infernal horde
they caper, they banter
forming human pyramids
all to please
their infernal Lord...

Whoa! His name is J. Cousteau!!!
A p____ and I know you know!!
I know you know, and there he goes
He goes and grows
on gosh, he knows
Aboard the Calypso!!

The foam beside
and a burly sea to ride
all spell goodness for the master
of the whirling pimple tides.
He tried and fried
until the rusted hinges sighed
and then he stepped inside!
He found her there swimming
in her seaweed hair
looking vaguely like a lover
who has hung herself with underwear
Phosphorescent green
and the s__-act made obscene
in Jacques galleon of hatred
This wrinkled French-man is a living god!!!

Cousteau, you know
where the dying dolphins go
and the wasteland ever growing
never slowing till it's far below
Put it on your T.V. show
and let the humans know!!!