Could be sitting on the left of you, ooh, you'd be looking straight ahead.
If I was a-drip-dried across from you, you still would cut me dead.
I've had better deep discussions with a plate of softshell crab (yes I have).

I put some spice in your rice, you'd give me blues in the stew.
I'd give you catfish jumping, you'd give me all this work to do.
Who's got the cheque on this hot dinner? Who's got the tax on the crab?

Another night in the wilderness, should've been a night on the town.
Lesson in learning how to hold a conversation down.
Home of splendour, of isolation, floods heavy silence fall
Was all I was cut out to do...another night in the wilderness of you.

Here I am drinking you with my eyes, you're looking at the gravy on my bib.
I go weak-kneed at the suggestion of you. What's wrong with the cut of my gib?
Is there a lobster in the offing, or just a fifty-dollar cheque?

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