We're an oyster cracker on the stew,

And the honey in the tea,

We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two,

In the black coffee,

The golden crust on an apple pie,

That shines in the sun at noon,

We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky,

But we're gonna be sinkin' soon.



In a boat that's built of sticks and hay,

We drifted from the shore,

With a captain who's too proud to say,

That he dropped the oar,

Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak,

In this cheap pontoon,

Now the hull has started growing weak,

And we're gonna be sinkin' soon.



We're gonna be

Sinkin' soon,

We're gonna be

Sinkin' soon,

Everybody hold your breath 'cause,

We're gonna be sinkin' soon



We're gonna be

Sinkin' soon,

We're gonna be

Sinkin' soon,

Everybody hold your breath 'cause,

Down and down we go.



Like the oyster cracker on the stew,

The honey in the tea

The sugar cubes, one lump or two?

No thank you none for me.

We're the golden crust on an apple pie,

That shines in the sun at noon,

Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky

Well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon.