We sell because it's what the hell
Every morning and at night
They buy because they're so shy
And it makes us feel all right
In town, they're down
They need it just to talk
Or walk, or dance
Just so they'll take the chance
And in the morning
Calling for you on Saturday
In my submarine
Oh i mean it
In my submarine
I keep it clean
We buy because we're so shy
And it makes us feel all right
They sell because they're like "Oh, well"
And they got no place to fall
In a garden or an ocean
Where I'd think to be
Hear a sound, make a motion
But no one rescue me
