Sargasso - Short n' Sweet Version
๐ต 1990 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:55 duration
๐ ID: 19687025
๐ Lyrics
Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
How they might breed a hassle
Circled in streams, where they die low
That's that sea Sargasso
Where are they from, where do they go
When they migrate en masse, oh
Where the seaweeds gather and grow
That's that sea Sargasso
These anguillae and their procreation
Have been the source of such frustration
'Cause until Sigmund Freud did a mass-dissection
Their family jewels had escaped detection
No sign of sex in river water
Yellow but they turn silver on a
Mission to mother Oceana
(Never to return no!)
(Eels) Bloodless the crystal little larva
(Eels) Float round a Dane named Schmidt went on a
(Eels) Sea quest obsessed to catch 'em smaller
Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
Is he loopy? Perhaps so
19 years, tracking their growth
To the sea Sargasso
When they get round, then they find home
See-through, clear like glass, oh
Swimmin' upstream, yet they might know
Of that sea Sargasso
Little cutie is that so?
These anguillae, when they get silver
Their guts decay, so no more dinner (Oh yeah)
Though their bits ain't mature, they can be awoken
With shots of human gonadotropin
But no human yet has ever caught a
Mature one in Atlantic water
No sign of egg, no milt upon it
(Found one from Japan though!)
(Eels) After this trek this eel's a goner
(Eels) So let's attach a tracker on her
(Eels) Space age a sat might catch a spawner
(Do-do, do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do, do)
Now we're thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
Satellite tag on lasso
When they get free, will they find home
In the sea Sargasso?
Moving up down, counter the sun
18 months may pass, oh
Telemetry, what does it show
That's that sea Sargasso (Back to that Sargasso!)
Thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
When they mature at last oh
Is it the deep, or the pheromone
In the sea Sargasso
Finally found, one full-grown
Look at this pregnant fatso
Maybe the key to a new dawn
On the sea Sargasso
Maybe they'll breed at last oh
Oh, outside of that sea Sargasso
How they might breed a hassle
Circled in streams, where they die low
That's that sea Sargasso
Where are they from, where do they go
When they migrate en masse, oh
Where the seaweeds gather and grow
That's that sea Sargasso
These anguillae and their procreation
Have been the source of such frustration
'Cause until Sigmund Freud did a mass-dissection
Their family jewels had escaped detection
No sign of sex in river water
Yellow but they turn silver on a
Mission to mother Oceana
(Never to return no!)
(Eels) Bloodless the crystal little larva
(Eels) Float round a Dane named Schmidt went on a
(Eels) Sea quest obsessed to catch 'em smaller
Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
Is he loopy? Perhaps so
19 years, tracking their growth
To the sea Sargasso
When they get round, then they find home
See-through, clear like glass, oh
Swimmin' upstream, yet they might know
Of that sea Sargasso
Little cutie is that so?
These anguillae, when they get silver
Their guts decay, so no more dinner (Oh yeah)
Though their bits ain't mature, they can be awoken
With shots of human gonadotropin
But no human yet has ever caught a
Mature one in Atlantic water
No sign of egg, no milt upon it
(Found one from Japan though!)
(Eels) After this trek this eel's a goner
(Eels) So let's attach a tracker on her
(Eels) Space age a sat might catch a spawner
(Do-do, do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do, do)
Now we're thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
Satellite tag on lasso
When they get free, will they find home
In the sea Sargasso?
Moving up down, counter the sun
18 months may pass, oh
Telemetry, what does it show
That's that sea Sargasso (Back to that Sargasso!)
Thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
When they mature at last oh
Is it the deep, or the pheromone
In the sea Sargasso
Finally found, one full-grown
Look at this pregnant fatso
Maybe the key to a new dawn
On the sea Sargasso
Maybe they'll breed at last oh
Oh, outside of that sea Sargasso
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.65] Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
[00:12.11] How they might breed a hassle
[00:14.52] Circled in streams, where they die low
[00:16.99] That's that sea Sargasso
[00:19.22] Where are they from, where do they go
[00:21.43] When they migrate en masse, oh
[00:23.71] Where the seaweeds gather and grow
[00:26.04] That's that sea Sargasso
[00:28.36] These anguillae and their procreation
[00:33.30] Have been the source of such frustration
[00:37.73] 'Cause until Sigmund Freud did a mass-dissection
[00:42.43] Their family jewels had escaped detection
[00:46.55] No sign of sex in river water
[00:48.73] Yellow but they turn silver on a
[00:51.07] Mission to mother Oceana
[00:53.31] (Never to return no!)
[00:55.50] (Eels) Bloodless the crystal little larva
[00:57.86] (Eels) Float round a Dane named Schmidt went on a
[01:00.08] (Eels) Sea quest obsessed to catch 'em smaller
[01:04.20] Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
[01:07.66] Is he loopy? Perhaps so
[01:09.54] 19 years, tracking their growth
[01:12.25] To the sea Sargasso
[01:14.64] When they get round, then they find home
[01:16.85] See-through, clear like glass, oh
[01:19.18] Swimmin' upstream, yet they might know
[01:21.45] Of that sea Sargasso
[01:25.51] Little cutie is that so?
[01:28.37] These anguillae, when they get silver
[01:33.23] Their guts decay, so no more dinner (Oh yeah)
[01:37.72] Though their bits ain't mature, they can be awoken
[01:42.45] With shots of human gonadotropin
[01:46.46] But no human yet has ever caught a
[01:48.78] Mature one in Atlantic water
[01:51.19] No sign of egg, no milt upon it
[01:53.39] (Found one from Japan though!)
[01:55.43] (Eels) After this trek this eel's a goner
[01:57.82] (Eels) So let's attach a tracker on her
[02:00.18] (Eels) Space age a sat might catch a spawner
[02:02.28] (Do-do, do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do, do)
[02:04.00] Now we're thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
[02:07.61] Satellite tag on lasso
[02:09.76] When they get free, will they find home
[02:12.34] In the sea Sargasso?
[02:14.47] Moving up down, counter the sun
[02:16.82] 18 months may pass, oh
[02:19.06] Telemetry, what does it show
[02:21.46] That's that sea Sargasso (Back to that Sargasso!)
[02:23.98] Thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
[02:26.17] When they mature at last oh
[02:28.56] Is it the deep, or the pheromone
[02:30.68] In the sea Sargasso
[02:33.06] Finally found, one full-grown
[02:35.33] Look at this pregnant fatso
[02:37.72] Maybe the key to a new dawn
[02:40.06] On the sea Sargasso
[02:44.54] Maybe they'll breed at last oh
[02:47.88] Oh, outside of that sea Sargasso
[02:51.45]
[00:12.11] How they might breed a hassle
[00:14.52] Circled in streams, where they die low
[00:16.99] That's that sea Sargasso
[00:19.22] Where are they from, where do they go
[00:21.43] When they migrate en masse, oh
[00:23.71] Where the seaweeds gather and grow
[00:26.04] That's that sea Sargasso
[00:28.36] These anguillae and their procreation
[00:33.30] Have been the source of such frustration
[00:37.73] 'Cause until Sigmund Freud did a mass-dissection
[00:42.43] Their family jewels had escaped detection
[00:46.55] No sign of sex in river water
[00:48.73] Yellow but they turn silver on a
[00:51.07] Mission to mother Oceana
[00:53.31] (Never to return no!)
[00:55.50] (Eels) Bloodless the crystal little larva
[00:57.86] (Eels) Float round a Dane named Schmidt went on a
[01:00.08] (Eels) Sea quest obsessed to catch 'em smaller
[01:04.20] Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
[01:07.66] Is he loopy? Perhaps so
[01:09.54] 19 years, tracking their growth
[01:12.25] To the sea Sargasso
[01:14.64] When they get round, then they find home
[01:16.85] See-through, clear like glass, oh
[01:19.18] Swimmin' upstream, yet they might know
[01:21.45] Of that sea Sargasso
[01:25.51] Little cutie is that so?
[01:28.37] These anguillae, when they get silver
[01:33.23] Their guts decay, so no more dinner (Oh yeah)
[01:37.72] Though their bits ain't mature, they can be awoken
[01:42.45] With shots of human gonadotropin
[01:46.46] But no human yet has ever caught a
[01:48.78] Mature one in Atlantic water
[01:51.19] No sign of egg, no milt upon it
[01:53.39] (Found one from Japan though!)
[01:55.43] (Eels) After this trek this eel's a goner
[01:57.82] (Eels) So let's attach a tracker on her
[02:00.18] (Eels) Space age a sat might catch a spawner
[02:02.28] (Do-do, do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do, do)
[02:04.00] Now we're thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
[02:07.61] Satellite tag on lasso
[02:09.76] When they get free, will they find home
[02:12.34] In the sea Sargasso?
[02:14.47] Moving up down, counter the sun
[02:16.82] 18 months may pass, oh
[02:19.06] Telemetry, what does it show
[02:21.46] That's that sea Sargasso (Back to that Sargasso!)
[02:23.98] Thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
[02:26.17] When they mature at last oh
[02:28.56] Is it the deep, or the pheromone
[02:30.68] In the sea Sargasso
[02:33.06] Finally found, one full-grown
[02:35.33] Look at this pregnant fatso
[02:37.72] Maybe the key to a new dawn
[02:40.06] On the sea Sargasso
[02:44.54] Maybe they'll breed at last oh
[02:47.88] Oh, outside of that sea Sargasso
[02:51.45]