Shark’s in the House
[by the Bungee Jumpin’ Cows]
Topic: Natural history of sharks
Summary: Ice-Mel finds it hard to be cool as he raps to a hungry shark he encounters at sea.
There's miles of ocean underneath me
What's messin' with my mind is that I just can't see
What's down below lookin' up at me
Thinkin' of what a tasty meal I could be
From out of the depths torpedo slippin' through the blue
Them beady black eyes have a great view
Of me with my little legs adanglin', don't want a manglin'
From you an unscheduled rendezvous
How do you do? You cordon bleu
No way - uh, uh - I'm outa here
And let me make one thing perfectly clear
You see when it comes to sharks and my backside
You call me chicken, I'll say "yeah, Kentucky Fried"
Chorus: Watch out! Watch out! Shark's in the house! (4x)
You been cruisin’ the salty blue H2O
As predator king since 400 million years ago you know
You make no bones about it you ain't got none
You're just a cartilage creature causin' 911's,
You're no fun at a party, cause you feed in that frenzied way
Can't take you anywhere, just leave me outa your buffet
And don't smile at me with those steak knives
Your conveyor belt teeth they ruin skin dives
You know what I'm sayin'? I wanna stay alive, but you know right where I'm at
Your sensory could locate me in nothin' flat
Look, when the scene is marine, I’m a lousy source of protein
So save your guillotine, I’m just lean cuisine
Chorus
What kind of a shark are you? I wanna know before I die
Some sharks can terrify, but some are plain shy
Carcaradon Megalodon could eat a car they say
So what are you a hammerhead, Great White or San Jose?
You must be 50 feet long and weigh 20 tons
A whale of a shark comin' at me I know I'm done for
Say what, Mr. Big stuff
You eat plankton and that's enough?
I was scared for nothin' guess it's true what they say
Sharks they prefer much more tasty prey - they're gourmet
Now it's true there's a few that might take a bite
But for most a human sandwich spoils their appetite
You sharks are all right, I guess you have your place
So live long and prosper, but stay outa my face!
Chorus (2x)
Hey you with the dorsal, I ain't your morsel
You can just take your slicin' and dicin' bootay someplace else
Uh oh, here comes el fin
© 1994 Kevin Beals & Mel McMurrin