Morgan, come, and share my shiraz, and we will revel in auld lang syne. Morgan, remember when we were both fish, And descended into the dark green brine Morgan, let us swim in the sea of memories, But I’ll tell this tale as if in the future “why would you do that?” you may ask Well, its because it rhymes more:
Morgan, let’s find the pearls of the secret mermaid kingdom we’ll fill our pockets gladly, cutting his purse strings some “Oh, that rich mermaid king Simply won’t need all of these” But then behind us a lone voice sings And we turn slowly through the seas But then the voice belongs to no maid at all In fact, it is not even a merman I see When we wheeled to face our fate Our eyes set upon the likes of David Bowie “Oh, but Mr. Bowie, sir, Is it not the goblins Over which thee doth rule?” And he grinned a sexy grin
And then he pulled out his tool By that I mean his rocket machine And by that I mean a vessel for three To fly through outer space And Mr. Bowie changed our race From fish to robot so we could live On zyclorn-9, the planet of granite He then reclaimed his pearls many And disappeared into the galaxy And we were left all alone Oh, we were definitely pwned By David Bowie, the mermaid king Who now only lives in our memory
For no one ever believes such a story That you and I had all the glory Of the riches of the Bowie’s keep Only to lose it all so quickly For a while we only spoke in beeps And we thought that was proof indeed But the skeptics kept prying deep “Where is the Bowie’s heap Of pearls and riches from the sea?” And we knew the truth but we could only weep… …or maybe I dreamt this all when I was asleep.