Fee

In the cool shade of the banana tree

On the rugged trail toward the balcony

A child of the twentieth century

A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee

Far away in another place

A fading beauty named Milly Grace

A gospel singer with pox on her face

And a bamboo cane to help her keep the pace

Fee was a Buddhist prodigy

Long past the age of maturity

Someday he knew it would set him free

Like it did for Floyd, the chimpanzee

Whoa, Fee

You're trying to live a life that's completely free

You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death

So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath

Fee first met Milly in a bar in Peru

His heart was jumping like a kangaroo

Like a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zoo

It was hopping and jumpin' in wooden shoes

But Floyd was jealous and alone

He wanted Milly for his own

A desperate craving in his bones

"Their love," he said, "I will not condone"

Then one day on a ship to Quebec,

Floyd found Fee and Milly on a lover's trek

He picked up a bottle and broke off the neck

It sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deck

Whoa, Fee

You're trying to live a life that's completely free

You want to stay with Milly until you're dead

But you just got a bottle upside the head

Milly turned and began to scream at Floyd

She said, "You think you're pretty mean"

And though she was as thin as a small string bean

She slammed him in the face with a nectarine

Floyd fell back over the edge of the ship

'Till he hung from the rail by his fingertip

Milly said, "Floyd, I'll make you lose your grip,

With this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip"

So Milly took that paper and did the deed

Floyd hit the water with astonishing speed

And as the sharks circled in and began to feed

Milly knew her weasel was finally freed

Whoa, Fee

You're trying to live a life that's completely free

Floyd is dead, he's nothing but a ripple

'Cause Milly took that paper and sliced him on the nipple