Campanulas Cuttlefish Jam
Can I offer you another slice of Ocean Pie?
Or indulge you with some Rollmop Herring bites?
Whitebait broiled, served with oyster sauce?
And you have to try the Monkfish tongue of course
Our cooks are skilled with fish as they can be
We reap the endless bounty of the sea
Chew another tentacle, and you must try
Another spoon of helpless deep-fried fry
I'm not sure I can
Stand another day of cuttlefish jam
I sure I am
Day-dreaming of golden wheat
Any animal that once had feet
I'm going mad
On cuttlefish jam
You look a little peaky Mister Land?
It's alright I think that I understand
The motion of The Nautilus distresses you?
I'm surprised, for you've been here for so long too
Nine months on my ship, you've had to spend
But I know what will cheer you up my friend
This bread is made from ground-down seaweed gel
And you want more Dolphin eyeballs I can tell
Now I watch him spread it thick
In my head now something clicks
I'm blinded with rage
A beast in a cage
Time that Captain Nemo paid
I just went mad
Stone cold mad
On cuttlefish jam
(Instrumental Break)
The submarine drifts alone
All the crew are dead and gone I have Nemo's corpse
Washed up on the shore
Then I make up a fire
I'm roasting the Captain
He's still kind of seafood
But choice is no option
He's crispy and toothsome
But could use some seasoning
I search round the flotsam
And find me a jarful
He goes very nicely
With cuttlefish jam