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| Oh God I'm An Ocean Buoy To the tune of "Thank God I'm A Country Boy" Took a flight from the farm and I never came back Built a plane from a kit But I didn't have the knack Jumped in the cockpit and downed a six-pack And now I'm an ocean buoy. Well, I grabbed the controls And I started to fiddle Got flames coming up On my face like a griddle Air flight ain't nothing But a funny, funny riddle So now I'm an ocean buoy. Well, my head's chopped in pieces And my body's full of dents They'll identify me By my guitar's fingerprints I tried to "dry out" But instead got a rinse And now I'm an ocean buoy. Well, it's really farrr out When you're down 'neath the water I just ain't been right Since I started on the bottle I reach for Jim Beam But instead grab the throttle And now I'm an ocean buoy. Well, I grabbed the controls And I started to fiddle Got flames coming up On my face like a griddle George Burns appeared beside me And we prayed just a little Oh God! I'm an ocean buoy! The day's just about over And I'm sinking kinda low In the undersea world of Jacques Cousteau Calypso can you find me By the bubbles that I blow 'Cause now I'm an ocean buoy |
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