A little story about oysters
is that people hate the way
they taste, they only like
the crackers, they also like
the pearls and the women
they seduce.

[Chorus]
No pupils, no dialation
after intoxication. Expensive,
recesive all they do is turn
womans neck into gold, but
when you least expect it
your heart can explode into
a million small shards of impudence

Then we went down to the
little cafe, had a long talk about
what we were gonna do next
said we loved each other and thats
all the murderer wrote. And the
fishes in the sea can not see me
but I just love the fucking pearls

[Chorus]
No puplis, no dialation
after intoxication. So shitty,
and dirty, just makes you want to
spit it out. I have a great plan
hit the booze and hit the fan there is
nothing else to do, nothing else to do,
no there is nothing else to do but wait.

*quietly over solo*
This oyster is fucking good, I don't know
about you but I am having an orgasm, no wait
a clamgasm ooooh ya