Drifters

One evening as the sun went down
And the deep sea vents were burning,
Down the track came a hobo jelly drifting,
And he said, “Boys, I’m not floating
I’m headed for a water that’s far away
Besides the sea-fire currents
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Gummy Candy Mountains

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