Mr. Sharky by The Swirling Eddies Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mr. Sharky and his boys are smoking cigars
They came knocking on my door three days ago
Now they're spread out on my matching couch and loveseat
They thrash and nibble at the bait around my soul
Sharky drinks my wine and works my lap computer
As if his presence really had some kind of worth
I serve them tuna balls and those little cocktail wieners
Sharky casually asks me if I like to surf
[Chorus 1]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(One day)
I'll send them out to sea
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
Now Sharky's all concerned
He wants to know what's eating me
[Chorus 2]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(One day)
I'll send them out to sea
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
Sharky takes, and Sharky gives
Just about enough to let you live, yeah
[Verse 2]
Thought i had luck enough to fall from Sharky's favor
But he assures me that the check is in the mail
He's breathing hard, his smile is cavalier and vicious
Wearing that suit of razor blades and those Florsheims on his tail
Mr. Sharky and the boys are getting restless
They've got junky eyes, and I'm another fix
Sharky likes to hear me beg for second chances
So he can tell me that he'll fix it in the mix
[Chorus 1]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(One day)
I'll send them out to sea
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
Now Sharky's all concerned
He wants to know what's eating me
(Fatten up, boys!)
[Bridge 1]
So I'll act friendly with that squaliform card shark
And his voracious, cartilaginous breed
Pretend to be his loyal pilot fishing yard guard
The chub-soup recipe for his predatory need
Yeah, we all got our needs
All got our needs
Get down, get down, get down, so get down
Get down on your knees
[Verse 3]
Now Sharky makes a slight adjustment to his aqua-green toupee
Then flosses up all his bloody gums and teeth
And all the while, he's laughing at my naivete and folly
'Cause man, you know, that's--that's just the nature of the beast
Now all this time my harpoon is concealed, it's loaded up and ready
The net's overhead, and there's a mickey in his drink
Yeah, they think they've fooled me with all their Pig Latin shop talk
I smile and sign the papers with some disappearing ink
[Bridge 2]
It's a feeding frenzy
We're all fat and friendly
They've got the cash to lend me now, and I've still got some dreams
But it's a cordial slaughter
And getting harder and harder
To keep treading on in the dangerous waters and to keep my own nose clean
[Chorus 1]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Yeah)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Fatten up, boys! Ow!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Fatten up! Fatten up!)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(Fatten up!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
Mr. Sharky and his boys are smoking cigars
They came knocking on my door three days ago
Now they're spread out on my matching couch and loveseat
They thrash and nibble at the bait around my soul
Sharky drinks my wine and works my lap computer
As if his presence really had some kind of worth
I serve them tuna balls and those little cocktail wieners
Sharky casually asks me if I like to surf
[Chorus 1]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(One day)
I'll send them out to sea
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
Now Sharky's all concerned
He wants to know what's eating me
[Chorus 2]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(One day)
I'll send them out to sea
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
Sharky takes, and Sharky gives
Just about enough to let you live, yeah
[Verse 2]
Thought i had luck enough to fall from Sharky's favor
But he assures me that the check is in the mail
He's breathing hard, his smile is cavalier and vicious
Wearing that suit of razor blades and those Florsheims on his tail
Mr. Sharky and the boys are getting restless
They've got junky eyes, and I'm another fix
Sharky likes to hear me beg for second chances
So he can tell me that he'll fix it in the mix
[Chorus 1]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(One day)
I'll send them out to sea
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Hack it up, boys!)
Now Sharky's all concerned
He wants to know what's eating me
(Fatten up, boys!)
[Bridge 1]
So I'll act friendly with that squaliform card shark
And his voracious, cartilaginous breed
Pretend to be his loyal pilot fishing yard guard
The chub-soup recipe for his predatory need
Yeah, we all got our needs
All got our needs
Get down, get down, get down, so get down
Get down on your knees
[Verse 3]
Now Sharky makes a slight adjustment to his aqua-green toupee
Then flosses up all his bloody gums and teeth
And all the while, he's laughing at my naivete and folly
'Cause man, you know, that's--that's just the nature of the beast
Now all this time my harpoon is concealed, it's loaded up and ready
The net's overhead, and there's a mickey in his drink
Yeah, they think they've fooled me with all their Pig Latin shop talk
I smile and sign the papers with some disappearing ink
[Bridge 2]
It's a feeding frenzy
We're all fat and friendly
They've got the cash to lend me now, and I've still got some dreams
But it's a cordial slaughter
And getting harder and harder
To keep treading on in the dangerous waters and to keep my own nose clean
[Chorus 1]
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Yeah)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them
(Grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub)
(Fatten up, boys!)
(Fatten up, boys! Ow!)
(Some day)
I'll stop feeding them
(Chomp that chum, got a taste for blood)
(Fatten up! Fatten up!)
(Hack it up, boys!)
(Fatten up!)
(I pray)
I'll stop needing them