A man walks out of the sea
He is naked, but wearing wool socks
The socks have stretched with the water,
They are floppy
I can tell there is sand between his toes
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
The sea breeze is more like a hurricane
when the wind hits the back of your head
Your hair stands up
I can tell you will be bold in a few years
But it doesn’t matter
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
April is the cruelest month
Because it comes with cherry blossoms
When the blossoms dry up,
They look like corn flakes
I want to think they are pretty
But they are not
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
There are smooth things
in the bottom of the lake
A curtain of ashes lets me look at the sun
So I look up
For a long time, until I get bored
My mouth is now full of ashes;
My neck hurts...
And I can tell there is sand between my toes
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop