They Might Be Giants — Rowboat Mayor

Floating around the roiling sea in a red Solo cup Rowing around the coral reef Thinking the whole thing up Thinking He thinks he's such a rowboat mayor But he's not one now and he's not one lat-or He thinks he's such a rowboat may-er On a steady diet of small potaters The nautical council held a deposition Seems all shipmates have the same position Honors and ranks are all just crowing In a vessel this small there is only rowing Fighting atop the ocean waves in a red Solo cup Our gold doubloons lost in the spray are never floating up There was never such a thing as a rowboat mayor For a pack of cigarettes I will tell you later