Epistle to Derroll Donovan

[Intro]
*Surf sound*

[Verse 1]
Come, all ye starry starfish livin' in the deep blue sea
Crawl to me I have a proposition to make thee
Would you walk the north sea floor to Belgium from England
Bring me word of a banjo man with a tattoo on his hand

[Verse 2]
The spokesman of the starfish spoke as spokesman should
"If'n you met our fee then, certainly we would
Should you cast a looking-glass upon the scalloped sand
You'll have word o' this banjo man with a tattoo on his hand"

[Verse 3]
"Oh, come ye starry starfish, I know your ways are caped
Maybe it's because you're astrologically shaped
Converse with the herring shoals as I know you can
Bring me word o' the banjo man with a tattoo on his hand"

[Verse 4]
The eldest of the starfish spoke after a sigh
"Youthful as you are young man, you have a 'Wisdom Eye'
Surely you must know a looking-glass is made from sand
These young fish are fooling you about your banjo man"