Lyrics

[Verse 1] There's an old Virginian vibraphone With a calculated gait And a man who thinks he's Al Capone With a cummerbund and cape [Pre-Chorus] Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to [Chorus] And the hobbit on the rocks is crying And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah And the hobbit on the rocks is crying [Verse 2] There's an orchestra in rococo And an insulated dwarf And the ships are sinking in the sea As they sail from the shore [Pre-Chorus] 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, yeah Whoa And the hobbit on the rocks is crying For the grunion in the sand entwining [Bridge] [Pre-Chorus] Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to [Chorus] And the hobbit on the rocks is crying And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah Whoa And the hobbit on the rocks is crying Whoa For the grunion in the sand entwining [Outro] And the hobbit on the rocks is crying