Letra de Hobbit On The Rocks (Album Version)
There's an old virginian vibraphone With a calculated gait And a man who thinks he's al capone With a cumberbund and capeDon'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 dyingThere's an orchestra in rococoAnd an insulated dwarf And the ships are sinking in the sea As they sail from the shoresDon't criticize what a vicar would prize in youAnd 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 entwiningDon't criticize what a vicar would prize in you And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to