There is a ship arriving too late
To save a drowned-ing kind of a witch
She was swimmin' along
Tryin' to keep a date
With a Merchant Marine
Who told her he was really rich
But it doesn't matter no more
She's on the ocean floor
The water's all green down there
And it's not very clean down there
And the pointed hat
Well she's got water in that
And water snakes and rusty wrecks
Is all that she can see
As the light goes dim
And she's tryin' to swim
Will she make it?
(Boy, we sure hope so...)
Not even a witch oughta be caught
On the bottom of America's spew-infested waterways
She could get radiation all over her
She could mutate insanely
And then if she ever got out of the liquid entrapment
She could grow to be 15 feet tall and scary-lookin'
Even more so than a pre-moistened witch oughta be
And then she might go on the freeway
She could cause accidents
While people looked at her
Cars could crash all over the place
From the result of people with Hawaiian shirts on
Lookin' up to see her face
With seaweed and urchins
Emphasizing her cheekbones
Wow! She can really be ugly and scary looking
Sardines in her eyebrows
Lobsters up 'n down her forehead
All of them terribly large from radiation
And dangerous!
And smelling very bad
I don't know
Maybe it's better if she stays in the water
And a submarine could save her,
And take her home to the Navy
For some kind of ritual sacrifice...

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