The Sausage Canoe - Lyrics - Head Of Femur

Deep rising figures A tide as black as the plsatic that shapes all bodies Fisher, prim and pro The bathroom lights Let me know that I'm still nine And not a day past Fisher, prim and pro Can you name a vessel That tastes so curious Like this canoe? Did you see them eating the sausage canoe? They're so fat and happy I'm sort of a sailor And August was the month my mom nearly sunk The whirlpool tub Where and edible ship sank by the drain Did you see them eating the sausage canoe? They're so fat and happy