Roy Zimmerman - The Lyrics

A-Whalin'
words and music by Roy Zimmerman
© 1993 Watunes
(From "Folk Heroes" [Metaphor] and "The Best of the Foremen"

(Spoken)
Ever since man could float, brave and rugged individuals have responded to the call of the sea... to hunt the huge, venerable and might smart mammals known as whales. To this day, stalwart sailors across the vast Pacific carry on this bold tradition. And as they do, they sing. (Well, no, they don't.)

(Sung)
A-whalin' whalin' we go
A-whalin' whalin' we go
Look lively, brother, our fortune doth blow
From the briny below

We lusted for fortune upon the high seas
To join the brave whalers in their reveries
So we went to college and got our degrees
In whalin' a-whalin'

Our fathers were whalers from their stern to bow
Who chucked their harpoons from a plank on the prow
But we use a state-of-the-art, computer-automated, gyro-guided, heat-seeking spear chucker now
Whalin' whalin' oh, wow!

A-whalin' whalin' we go
A-whalin' whalin' we go
Look lively, brother, our fortune doth blow
From the briny below

The wind is a-risin' in our sails today
We'll take what we need and throw three tons away
'Cause women need perfume and I need to kill
Whalin' a-whalin'

We'll chase the great humpback across storm and swell
We'll split its sides open and breathe in the smell
And chew on the blubber until we're not well
Whalin' whalin' like hell!

A-whalin' whalin' we go
(Ever eat blubber?)
A-whalin' whalin' we go
(It's good.)
Look lively, brother, our fortune doth blow
From the briny below
(Tastes like chicken.)

I dreamed that I butchered 'bout 500 whales
I poked out their eyeballs and I bit off their tails
Then I wallowed around in their bloody entrails
Whalin' a-whalin'

It's guts and it's guts and it's guts and it's guts
It's guts and it's guts and it's guts, guts and guts
It's guts, guts, guts, guts, guts, guts and you know whats?
(Guts?)
(Right.)
Whalin' a-whalin'

We'll wipe out the whales in a couple short years
And then we'll start killing Greenpeace volunteers
And then we'll pursue our artistic careers
Steady now, matey, yo ho
For it's a-whalin' whalin' we go!

The Best of the Foremen
I Been Singin'
Song of Many Deaths
Workin' on an MBA
Building for the Future
A-Whalin
Peace Is Out
Lazin' in the Shade
California Couldn't Pay Our Education
Godzilla Has a Midlife Crisis
Hell Froze Over Today
No Shoes
Do The Clinton
Don't Pity Me
Ain't No Liberal
Michael

Special Bonus Section
Jeeter
Shh...It Happens
My Home Town
The Greatest Los Angeles Disaster of them All
Firing the Surgeon General
The Water is Wide
The Rest of The Foremen
From "What's Left"
San Diego
What Did You Do on Election Day
My School Prayer
Three Strikes and You're Out
Uncle Sam's Lament
Who Needs Art?
Black
Hidden Agenda
Privateers of the Public Airwaves
Dear Parking Offender
Chicago (Love Song to a Democrat)

From Reprise "Folk Heroes"
Ollie, Ollie Off Scott Free
Send 'em Back
Russian Limbaugh
Everyman (for Himself)

From "Sing it Loud!"
Don't Vote
Rosty-Mon
Russian Limbaugh
Most Likely Three Strikes and You're Out

From Metaphor "Folk Heroes"
That Jesse Helms Song
Hard Time To Be A Man
Uncle Sam's Lament
Saddam Shame

Unreleased Gems
W.I.M.P.
Ain't No Left, Left
Family Values
Grandpa, Why?
The Canals of Venezia
Glory-Bound Train

Roy Solo Lyrics