My Oyster

http://www.corycullinan.com/Images/Shell.GIFIn the sky
So God cried “I Am Woman!” again
‘Twas a false alarm
It was only a chameleon

She was looking like the library of love
Minus rims and glasses
I read her through

The big barracuda in the sky
The pearl and the oyster
Both were open wide
You know they gave me a fish
And they called it the world…
Guess I believed for a while in this foolish old notion
Two fish in the sea could survive without commotion
I won’t do it again, my friend
With other fish in…

Chorus:

The world is my oyster
But I don’t like seafood
The world is my oyster
But I don’t wear jewels
So build me a mountain
I’ll make you a molehill
I just don’t understand these
precious tools
So give me the world,
Little darling
So give me the world,
Little honey
So give me the world,
Little sugar
So give up the world
.

Going down
To the place where the fishies fly free
It’s a barter town
Well they say it’s a land of no need
Oh

She was looking like the elevator of love
I pushed every button
Hit every floor
Then some more, oh yes

(Chorus)

She was looking like the shortened story of love
Read between the lines
Fit like a glove
Thrown away with time

So I sit
On a ledge in the cold in the sea
And the current is lashing at me to open wide
But baby I’m closed today, closed today

Thought I found it
But it’s always been a matter of trust
Gave a pearl but it’s tarnished with dust
I’m modern man
And baby I’m lost today, lost today

Yeah the world is my oyster
But I don’t like seafood
The world is my oyster
But I don’t wear jewels
World,
Little darling
So give me the world,
Little honey I love you!

So build me a mountain
And I’ll make you a molehill
Baby…
I just don’t understand these precious tools

(Smarmy Monologue)

My oyster, my oyster, my oyster
You and me, you and me
Us
Me me mine
My oyster is all mine

Oh! Your love is like oranges
In a world without citrus
Will you squeeze me with your
Please me with your
Seize me with your sleaze
Would you strip-tease me
Anti-freeze me
Holy Geez
I’m on my knees
Please check for fleas
Won’t you wheeze me
And Rick Dees me
Siamese me
Charge me fees
But give me the keys to your love!

In the fire of gargling desire
You light my match in the ocean
Honey, at these depths
Baby, I’m at my best
Pumpkin, lest I forget…
Hey! ‘Cause this world is my oyster
But there it stops, and stops it all
Must be somebody’s fault
Who?

© Cory Patrick Cullinan

Credits

Voice Cory Cullinan
Trumpet Louis Fasman
Alto & tenor saxophones Johnnie Bamont
Trombone Terry Russell
Banjo Tony Kaye
Bass Greg Ryan
Drums Dodger Posey
Crowd control & bouncer Phillip Blackford

Notes

The smarmy monologue in My Oyster was suggested during the mixing process by nocturnal mammal/mixer Phillip Blackford, who wanted to hear something “very Vegas and cheesy” there. Yeah, Baby.

Hear this song — and all the songs on My Oyster — at CD Baby.
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