Lyrics
the forces of cool may shout me down
but here is some gold from ye olde brain town
i was busting some laps across the pond
bending my thoughts to a world gone wrong
thinking i will retire to be under the sea
just ringo and terri
bindi and me
and jimi's there too
laying it down
big bubbles of sound
so we all don't drown!
singing oo wee oo wee
bindi and me bindi and me
oo wee oo wee
apocalypse jam under the sea
i'm not looking for love, just company
and she can explain the world to me
from the littoral zones to the dock of the bay
we can avoid the woes of the day
i do desire to be under the sea
ringo and terry, bindi and me
i'm gonna let it ring out
on my coral kazoo
it's an undersea jam
what else can i do?
oo wee oo wee
bindi and me bindi and me
oo wee oo wee
apocalypse jam under the sea
it's not appropriate to share our beds
although humankind's hangin by a thread
i will hang with the mermaids instead
and together we will ride out the crash
under the cover of the eastern trash
dancing all night by the coast of mauritious
under the lights of the deep sea fishes
underwater guitar solo
diary entry 603
another dull day in our coral sanctuary
ringo's messed up on jellyfish tea
and bindi's bad fashion is getting to me
once i desired to be under the sea
and i will let that be a lesson to me
i will swim to the surface
climb a dead tree
and let the tornados
take care of me!
oo wee oo wee
bindi and me bindi and me
oo wee oo wee
apocalypse jam under the sea
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