Of Whales And Woe Lyrics

The bowels gurgle a bit more these days it seems
And he thinks more and more about
The way he saunters 'round
The posture of his father
Is not his chosen destination
But though his head remains in same proximity
His chin with creeping dangle
Moves closer to the ground

He aims his good ear best he can
Towards the conversation
And sometimes leans in awkward
Toward your seat
And if by chance one feels their space too invaded
Then try your best to
Calmly be discreet

Because this septic breathed man that stands before you
Is a champion from days gone by
And the tales of whales and woe
Off his liquored tongue will flow
The light will soft white twinkle
Off the cataracts in his eye

So if by chance you're cornered near the bathroom
Or if he blocks you sprawled in his aisle seat
Embrace the chance to hear some tales of greatness
'Cause he is the most interesting ball of toxins
You're ever apt to meet