Hobbit On The Rocks Lyrics - In Light Syrup - Toad The Wet Sprocket

There's an old Virginian vibraphone 

With a calculated gait 

And a man who thinks he's Al Capone 

With a cummerbund and cape 

Don't 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 cryin' 

And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah 

And the hobbit on the rocks is crying 

There's an orchestra in Rococo 

And an insulated dwarf 

And the ships are sinking in the sea 

As they sail from the shore 

Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you 

And the hobbit on the rocks is cryin' 

And the fish upon the docks are dying, yeah 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh and the hobbit on the rocks is crying 

For the grunion in the sand entwining