Tickle, tickle, tickle. Uh, tickle, tickle, tickle.

Everything's

Tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle.

Gone all wrong

What? You try to make a dupe out of me!

Oh!

What have I done

Find a deep cave to hide in

In a million years

They'll find me only dust

And a plaque that reads

Here lies poor old Jack

But I never intended all this madness

Wait, I've got a better plan to catch this big red lobster man

It goes something like this.

Let's pop him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up

How about it? Think you can manage?

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box

A-one, and a-two, and a-three, and a...

Bury him for 90 years Then see if he talks