"Out of the Sea"

[redneckgaijin]

I made that last post so I could make this one.

For quite some time now I've contemplated a concept: "Four Filkers Go to Dinner." The general theme is that four filkers argue about where to eat dinner together in song. Each filker has a different veto destination, covering things well enough that the only place available is the universal fandom food- pizza.

This idea came from a single rhyme I had to "Under the Sea": "This little flounder's/ No quarter-pounder/ Take it from me." I'd like to do the whole thing to Disney movie tunes (with the final song, agreement on pizza, being to "The Circle of Life"). However, today I got another rhyme, so I'm going to attempt the whole "Out of the Sea" bit.

I'm not a picky eater
That's what I'd like to think
With broc'li I've got no quarrel
With liver I'm tickled pink
But there's one type of food I won't eat
That's where I draw the line
You won't catch me eating seafood
Or anything of that kind

Out of the sea
Out of the sea
Fillet of flounder's no quarter-pounder
Take it from me
Shrimp cost too much for a snack
And calamari tries to fight back
Claw, shell or fin, I'm eating nothin'
Out of the sea

Everything they got is served raw
Or else it's been deep-fried
Rub a piece against the wall there
And watch cars drive by outside
And even if you like to eat fish
Or think lobster's pretty nice
Just you wait for the sticker shock
When you see the sky-high price

Out of the sea
Out of the sea
For fugu you flip, but you'll leave your tip
Posthumously
You can dine on whatever you wish
But life's too short to waste on a fish
Have a Happy Meal, yeah
Stuff that won't kill ya
Out of the sea
Out of the sea
Don't wanna eat where my future dinner
Stares back at me
You might like watching the tanks
But it's not for me, so no thanks
I just don't feel like meeting my meal
Out of the sea

You swoon for the tuna
You harp on the carp
You're urgin' for sturgeon
Or maybe the shark
For haddock you're mad
You go for shad roe
But all of this leaves me cold (yeah)
Hushpuppies bug me
To coleslaw say no
I yawn at a prawn
Your blowfish can go
And fish named for cat
Your mackrel and splat
Make my gut want to blow
(Oh no!)

Out of the sea
Out of the sea
I'm hardly keen for the taste of sardine
Much less anchovy
Crabs and lobsters leave me a wreck
Call up Orkin or Terminex
Call me a thug, but I ain't eating no bug
Out of the sea
Listen to me, mon
Don't want no salmon
Out of the sea
General Tso's chicken
Sounds fine for din-din
Salad and soup, or
Maybe a burger
Don't care where we go
But this is my veto
NOT from the sea

- Out of the Sea, lyrics by Kris Overstreet

(and actually, I like white-fleshed fish and fried shrimp, and have no problem with fried food. You can keep oysters, though.)

(Oh. And I absolutely hate liver, too. Love broccoli, though. Sit on it, Bush the Elder.)