King of all lice   Of wood ship building   Believing that his sink is clean   But Mr Sun's too high up in sky   And the sea's far too big for drowning      Erecting fin time   Cut through the ocean waves   One million miles an hour   Faster than a torpedo   Morbid seas   The morbid breeds   Untidy seas      Meanwhile on the wrong side of fences   All killing and dashing of brains   Next to normal life with games and companions   Shouting too loud for him to sing   Are all his blackbirds    Inside the steely metal gut of famous   Action Fish cutting the waves   Firing hot red fire from his gills   The more we steals   The more we feels