Hobbit On The Rocks

There's an old virginian vibraphone
 With a calculated gait
 And a man who thinks he's al capone
 With a cumberbund 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 crying
 And the fish upon the docks are dying
 There's an orchestra in rococo
 And an insulated dwarf
 And the ships are sinking in the sea
 As they sail from the shores
 Don't 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
 Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
 And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to