Your ailin' is all inside your head, 'bout blubbery,
Those ranchers aren't queasy over oyster jamborees.
Don't mean to "ralph" you with our custom eatery,
They'll bring out fifty trays of beached whale blubber.

She said there's nothing here like rabbit for your food,
Furthermore, I hope your cookies won't be tossed and all out spewed.
You married me yourself and insisted that our food,
Can't be no icky way you'd heave your cover.

Just toss out the roe, Joe,
Whales don't lay eggs, Meg
Roe's put out by fish, Gish
That's not blubbery.
Just munch down like thus, Gus,
Please eat all your lunch, munch.
That's just a kid-ney, Lee,
Pige-on of the sea.

Whale fat's quite a snack, Jack,
Whale eye's to die, Guy.
Not dinin' on koi, Roy
Moby fricassee,
You're munchin' Shamu, Stu
Please try some tail of a whale Gail
Just spit out that fin, Gwynn
Don't swallow it in.

She said believe me you will crave this stuff again,
It's always something 'bout our food makes outsiders taste buds rend.
I asked, your feast once it's ate, and what if I complain,
About the fifty trays?

She said I do not wish to creep you out tonight,
And I pray the sight of blubber will not make you flee in fright.
Please make mine crispy and so then meal-wise, be probably alright.
It's just those Fifty trays of beached whale blubber,
Fifty trays of beached whale blubber!

Here, chew on some "Blue", Drew.
Can't eat blow hole, Joel.
Munch on some humpback, Jack,
A bit rubbery.
Slop down a gray, Ray
Some bottlenose hose, Rose
Try the baleen, Jean
No finer cuisine.

Skip dolphin fin, Gin,
Caught up in net, Brett,
Wasn't corpus on porpoise,
StarKist® 'em let be.
Slice off some sail, Mel.
Hearty gulps of sperm whale nailed.
Don't puke on the fluke, Duke
No need to rebuke.