He′s a toad boy in a walrus skin
Been told too many times,
swimmin's made for fins
So he traded all the lies,
a hundred pounds for flies
Said goodbye to the baggy skin,
freezing cold, the calfs for kin
He swum with legs
that had a different grace about them
Through the haze,
a whip like tongue for prey about them
Pad to play,
and all new friends amphibian
Clean face, no shave,
a better life he′s living in
Until the farmer came
and found himself a falconer
To take away predators like me
And make marmalade
of all our hopes and dreams
Not made for television screens
So he ran,
he ran two trains and a flight
He spent days in the dark, money at night
Singing maybe, someday I'll be free
If you wanted a bright side
No I'm not the one
But I think he′s alright
I heard he′s getting by
I heard he's getting by
I heard he′s getting by
I heard he's getting by
And that he′s a toad boy in a walrus skin
Been told too many times quitters never win
So he traded all the lies