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Phish


Fee

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 gospal singer with pox 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 fee and 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 the 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



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