Stand by Your Manatee

This one time

I was running through the fields

When I came across a dead guy

With a letter in his hands

So I scanned it

And though the grammar was OK

There was such a lack of purpose

That it was difficult to care

But anyway

Hidden in the mess of letters lies the awful truth

That Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?]

Yeah!

Nothing in this world could take her common shame away

Yeah!

Cos Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?]

The next day (about 10 o’clock)

It was playing on my mind (well I say it was)

So I entered it for contest [?] (good job!)

But there was nothing fair to print

But anyway

Hidden in the mess of letters lies the awful truth

Yeah

That Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?]

Yeah!

Nothing in this world could take her common shame away

Yeah!

Cos Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?]

Maybe it’s an old cliché

But sometimes things are better left expected

You let your manatee down

Then you drown, that’s just the way with nature

I been there once or twice, before

With better hair, and let me tell you

Only the good die young

Except for when they don’t

It’s not exactly fair

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

It’ll never be a kingdom share [?]

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

It’ll never be a kingdom share [?]

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

It’ll never be a kingdom share [?]

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

It’ll never be a kingdom share [?]