Barney's Bounce
de Glenn Crytzer
I heard they found a herd of whales somewhere off the coast of India
And they were singing songs no one's heard before
The songs were keeping them together, knowing where each other was
In the darkness of the deep blue sea, now tell me that's not love
Misunderstood Leviathans out there in the blue
Singing sweet songs to each other, it makes me think of you
And how we got our own thing going, no one knows it like we do
So we keep singing to each other, singing our own tune
Yeah, we keep singing to each other
Singing: Baby, I love you
Someone somewhere said that they could understand these songs
That they could translate them into nearly the same language as ours
And we'd finally know what these whale songs really mean
But honestly, I think the magic is the mystery
Misunderstood Leviathans out there in the blue
Singing sweet songs to each other, it makes me think of you
And how we got our own thing going, no one knows it like we do
So we keep singing to each other, singing our own tune
Yeah, we keep singing to each other
Singing: Baby, I love you
Misunderstood Leviathans out there in the blue
Singing sweet songs to each other, it makes me think of you
And how we got our own thing going, no one knows it like we do
So we keep singing to each other, singing our own tune
Yeah, we keep singing to each other
Singing: Baby, I love you
Yeah, we keep singing to each other
Like the whale songs of the blue
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