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TOAD THE WET SPROCKET Hobbit On The Rocks Lyrics
Hobbit On The Rocks
There's an old Virginian vibraphone
With a calculated gait
And a man who thinks he's Al Capone
With a cumber bun and cape

Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to
And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
And the fish upon the docks are dying

There's an orchestra in rococo
and an insulated dwarf
And the ships are sinking in the sea
As they sail from the shores

Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you

[Chorus]
And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
And the fish upon the docks are dying
And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
For the grunion in the sand entwining

Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Songwriters: DINNING/GUSS/PHILLIPS/NICHOLS

Album: In Light Syrup

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