Robyn Hitch***** - Bass Lyrics
We're overheating in a small town worldWe're overeating in a small town worldI hear the sound of several different crimesThe distant eel and the silver chimesLieutenant Hodges often said to me"I see a shoal of them far out to sea"A distant cormorant above the greyIt wheels in dots and then it falls awayA feather biro in a knotted clumpPerforms a vixen with a feline humpI wanna hold you in a solar globeThe way your body is beneath a robeBass, bassThe juicy flounder and the tender chubWill swim around you when you leave the pubTheir mouths are open and they will not shutUnless you kiss them all behind the hutBut don't go messing with a guy like RegHe'll leave you gurgling behind the hedgeBass, I'm talking about bassLet me tell you about bassYou wanna ooze with a bassThe looming mullet and the wily breamAre at the window with a quiet screamThe feisty barbel and the gruesome tenchAre decomposing on a yellow benchThere's something fluttering upon the sandAnd all I wanna do is hold your handBass, talking about a bassLet me tell you about a bassI wanna function with a bassBecauseHe'd never make love to a loaf of breadUnless of course he found one in his bedNow frogs are reproducing on your backAnd bubbles keep emerging from a crackIt's not a cormorant it's not a shagIt's only something in a plastic bag
