Sharkstation Chef Lyrics

She was a duck-school Queen (if you know what I mean)

She looked so pretty, living in sun-dressed Horse City.

He was a Shark-station Chef, and went by the name of Geoff

He was a sneeze-laser cheese, and he walked with water-wheel quilted ease.

He gave her fish-coffee dolphin, on her net-dinner knee thin,

He held her pale rain-cherry wrist and in the zebra-garden kissed.

But the fork-ball sauce was a frog-swan

in the panda-hippo's jam-giant cage,

Climbed the dog-ladder to ring my leg bell!

This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.

This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.

(This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.

This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.)

He was a Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,

He was a Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,

He was a Shark-station, Shark-station, Shark-station, Shark-station,

Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark Sshark

Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,

He was s Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,

He was a sneeze-laser cheese, and walked with water-wheel quilted ease.

She was a coin-toy in his bus-glove,

No more than bed bread for his lust love,

So she tapped letter-king inked fury;

The 'mouse-hammer-lamb' of our story.

You can live to race, or live to dance,

You can watch the clock or you can take a chance.

Make a friend of surprise, or as the sunlight dies

you can see it in your eyes,

There's nothing left but the finishing line.