Mr Tuna’s Big Old Place

Album cover art for "Mr Tuna’s Big Old Place" by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Rock

Mr Tuna’s Big Old Place

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Duration: 3:41

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Lyrics

Let me watch you Mr. Tuna While you are shooting a baby While you are shooting a baby A wreath as big as an ox cart Wouldn't suffice because you're too grand Because you are too steady— A "can-do" guy While you're up there with your horehound candy And your walking stick I'm below with a lute tied to my chicken I have no one to confide in but myself When it comes to you and me, my dear No one knows that you're really a girl No one can imagine it So I guess you'll have to keep on wearing pants Even though you really shred in a skirt I can't tell my mom I can't tell my boyfriend That Mr. Tuna's been a girl all her life And I want to go out with her

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  • Thinking Fellers Union Local 282