Catchyegrabber (Skipper Plumbthroat’s Song)

Lyrics

They call me Skipper Plumbthroat 'Tis a name ye'd best remember, yar I'm captain of me old boat The Grundy Catchyegrabber, oh-ho I travel the seven seas In search of valuable ink It sparkles like a blessing Of unicorns made from zinc I'll row, row, row me boat Collect the valuable prize I need the stuff to stay afloat 'Tis the apple of me eyes This ink that I do seek Comes from little Squiddles They swim around and squeak And are full of Squiddle giggles My fishing nets will grab A tentacle or two And maybe afterwards I'll have some Squiddle Stew Row, row, row me boat And throw out all me nets Those squids won't know what hit them 'Till they're paying off me debts (Yes… if I… if I ever can pay off me debts. I mean, I… I still have to pay for school. My… I mean… just… never mind, never mind! Just… well…) Sometimes I have to ask meself Skipper, where's your life led you You dropped right out of law school To sell rutabagas (I need a tangle buddy.) My poor business flopped I was penniless once more So land for sea I swapped And left my native shore Struggling to stay afloat But it's all right, I guess Just as long as I can gloat And sail and fish and aggress (Aggress. I love aggressing. Yar, har. Ah-har. Yar-har!) I've come far, that's for sure Nanna Plumbthroat would be proud (Yes, she would.) I've no time to be demure 'Cause I'm scary as a storm cloud (Or scarier!) Yar-har The fishing life's for me I love me job, I love me life Catching Squiddles of the sea (Yar-har, har. I'll get those little Squiddles yet. If I can… if I can just get enough money and… maybe overcome my crippling depression. But… but I have friends! I have a crew! They… they like me and… but… well… I mean…)