Next time I swing around this mortal coil
Think I’ll try on something with a shorter span
I could be an octopus next time
Seventy years is an awful long time to be a man
Be a hunter, ride the undertides
surf the silent depths of the unfathomed sea
Collect whatever comes my way
Have color-changing skin and radial symmetry
Give up clothes and cars
telephones and timepieces
Sounds like a pretty simple life
begins then is then ceases
8’s my lucky number anyway
Always loved the ocean
spend my next life eatin’ fish
ever adrift in constant motion
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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