Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
Floating flocks of candle swans
To us from the dock
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs
That those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
And we’re all too small to talk to God
Yeah, we’re all too smart to talk to God
Don't you know, don't you know
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to God'
Waves of wooden legs
The men all played along to marching drums
And we’re all too small to talk to God
They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching clocks
Waves of wooden legs
Just can’t ripen underwater
Oh, waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Oh, we’re all too smart to talk to God'
The men all played along to marching drums
Slowly drift across wax ponds
They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching clocks
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
