Hobbit on The Rocks — текст песни (Toad The Wet Sprocket)

Music by: glen phillips and toad

Lyrics by: glen phillips



Theres an old virginian vibraphone

With a calculated gait

And a man who thinks hes al capone

With a cumberbund and cape



Dont criticize what a vicar would prize in you

And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to

And the hobbit on the rocks is crying

And the fish upon the docks are dying



Theres an orchestra in rococo

And an insulated dwarf

And the ships are sinking in the sea

As they sail from the shores



Dont criticize what a vicar would prize in you



And the hobbit on the rocks is crying

And the fish upon the docks are dying

And the hobbit on the rocks is crying

For the grunion in the sand entwining



Dont criticize what a vicar would prize in you

And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to