Les Claypool - Of Whales and Woe lyrics

The bowels gurgle a bit more
These days it seems
And he thinks more about the
Way he saunters 'round
The posture of his father is
Not his chosen destination
But though his head remains
In the same proximity
His chin with creeping dangle moves
Closer to the ground

He aims his good ear best
He can towards conversation
And sometimes leans in awkward
Toward your seat and if by chance one feels
Their space too invaded
Then try your best to calmly be discreet

Because this septic breathed man
That stands before you
Is a champion from days gone by
And the tales of whales and woe
Off his liquored toungue will flow
The light will soft white twinkle off
The cataracts in his eye
So if by chance you're
Cornered near the bathroom
Or he blocks you sprawled in his aisle seat
Embrace the chance to hear
Some tales of greatness
'cause he is the most interesting ball of
Toxins you're ever apt to meet