Whale Belly Blues

I woke up this morning
Inside a whale
It’s cold and dark and wet in here
And the smell is kinda’ stale
He’s bobbing up and down in the sea
Making me feel quite ill
If the salt in your eyes doesn’t get to you
The smelly fish probably will
I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the whale belly blues

I’ve lost my job back home
And now I’ve lost my boat
My friends don’t want to know me
Because there’s a storm wherever I go
There’s fish and fish and fish in here
That’s all there is to eat
Fishy fingers all around the Plaice
Stuck to the Soles of my feet
I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the whale belly blues

Oh whaley won’t you let me out
Whaley whaley please
I’ll while away the wait by wailing
Whaley let me out please
Well God I guess You’re the answer
I guess I’ll do what You say
I can’t say I’ve had a whale of a time
But I’ve had enough whale today
I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the whale belly blues