Oh oh oh oh oh oh and the hobbit on the rocks is crying
With a cummerbund and cape
And an insulated dwarf
There's an orchestra in Rococo
And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah
And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah
And the hobbit on the rocks is cryin'
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah
And a man who thinks he's Al Capone
And the hobbit on the rocks is cryin'
And the ships are sinking in the sea
And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, for the grunion in the sand entwining
For the grunion in the sand entwining
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
And the hobbit on the rocks is cryin'
Woh oh oh oh oh, and the hobbit on the rocks is cryin'
As they sail from the shore
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to
