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| I was a cook and s | he was a waitress |
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| Down at the Salty D | og Seafood Caf | e |
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| And s | omewhere 'tween the clam juice and the s | eaweed salad |
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| S | ome little shrimp ju | st lured her a | way |
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| Oh I lo | bster and never flound | er |
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| He w | rapped his line around her |
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| And they d | rove off in his c | arp |
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| Oh I l | obster and never f | lounder |
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| I o | ctopus his face in, he'll only b | reak her h | eart. |
| I said just squid and leave me for that piano tuna |
| If you want to trout something new |
| She was the bass I ever had, now my life has no porpoise |
| Oh my cod I love her yes I do |
| Chorus |
| Spoken: Frankly scallop, I don't give a clam |