Music by: glen phillips and toad Lyrics by: glen phillips
There's an old virginian vibraphone With a calculated gait And a man who thinks he's al capone With a cumberbund and cape
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to And the hobbit on the rocks is crying And the fish upon the docks are dying
There's an orchestra in rococo And an insulated dwarf And the ships are sinking in the sea As they sail from the shores
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
And the hobbit on the rocks is crying And the fish upon the docks are dying And the hobbit on the rocks is crying For the grunion in the sand entwining
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to
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