Fee
In the cool shade of the banana tree- On the rugged trail toward the balcony- A child of the twentieth century- A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee- Far away in another place- A fading beauty named Milly Grace- A gospel singer with pocks on her face- And a bamboo cane to help her keep the pace- Fee was a Buddhist prodigy- Long past the age of maturity- Someday he knew it would set him free- Like it did for Floyd the chimpanzee- - Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life - That's completely free. - You're racing with the wind - You're flirting with death - So have a cup of coffee - And catch your breath - Fee first met Milly in a bar in Peru - His heart was jumping like a kangaroo - Like a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zoo - It was hopping and thumping in wooden shoes - But Floyd was jealous and alone - He wanted Milly for his own - A desperate craving in his bones - "Their love", he said, "I will not condone." - Then one day on a ship to Quebec - Floyd found Milly on a lover's trek - He picked up a bottle and broke off the neck - It sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deck - Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life - That's completely free - You want to stay with Milly - Until you're dead - But you just got a bottle - Upside your head - Milly turned and began to scream at Floyd - She said "You think you're pretty mean" - And though she was as thin as a small string bean - She slammed him in the face with a nectarine - Floyd fell back over the edge of the ship - Till he hung from the rail by his fingertip - Milly said, "Floyd I'll make you lose your grip - With this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip" - So Milly took that paper and did the deed - Floyd hit the water with astonishing speed - And as the sharks circled and began to feed - Milly knew her weasel was finally free - Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life - That's completely free - Floyd is dead; he's nothing but a ripple - Cause Milly took that paper - And sliced him on the nipple