Bottom of the sea (piano version)

Mickey had no cash to pay the bookie
The bookie had no sense to let it be
So when he sang the blues, Mick took him on a cruise
Down there to the bottom of the sea

Violet had a knack for the wrong fellas
Mickey had a jealous tendency
Yeah, she was quite a dish according to the fish
Down there at the bottom of the sea

Oh, they’re always sorry
But that’s the way with any rat
And even so a quick glance at his wristwatch
Would tell them it’s a little late for that

Sinking fast through oil and icy water
Not to mention modern life’s debris
You’ll find a pile of bones and the stare of Davey Jones
Down there at the bottom of the sea

Given everything that I thus mentioned
It should come as no surprise what came to be
When they took Mick in the night out past the harbor lights
And down there to the bottom of the sea

The treasures of a dozen Spanish galleons
Sit right next to a ‘55 Chevy
Yeah, all the world’s desires rest among a few old tires
Are down there at the bottom of the sea

Oh, he says he sorry
If they'd just give him time to think
But nobody around town here knows it better
It won’t be long before he’s swallowed by the drink

You know begging’s not becoming in these circles
And we don’t plead for gods to intercede
Still there ain't too much to lose once you’re fit for cement shoes
And down there at the bottom of the sea

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