I used to know a fisherman

Who loved to hunt the sea for sharks

He′d gut them with a crooked grin.And shake their entrails

Out into the foaming sea.

Then came to pass an angry turn of fate.

A shark capcised his trolling boat

The fisherman was tossed out with his bate

And felt those dager teeth sink into his skull.

The wounds released his blood into the sea and too he float along with it

The fisherman drew his knife out of his sleeve

And cut the lip line, separating tooth from gum

He rode the vicious corpse back to the port

A crown of shark teeth on his head

The long shore men, in fear and awe

They called him devil, called him god

And they called him

Princess Andy

With a knife at his fingertips

Princess Andy

He'll cut a smile on your lips

I met him in a bar that night

And he was sodden as a fish

He offered me a sip of squid and gin

He said:

"Let′s celebrate, the devil wants us all to live!"

And we've been we've been though the empty avenues

As of our tenets, bolt the doors, I bade farewell

Cause′ I was leaving for the noon

He said:

"Poseidon plays the fates, I bet we′ll see each other soon,"

I walked the trolley tracks back to my room

A fog creeping in like a barge

I watched the canal waters stretching out the moon

Curling its reflection

Like the friendly disposition of:

Princess Andy

With a knife at his fingertips

Princess Andy

He'll cut a smile on your lips

A cataract sun and ravens on the sails

As we pulled anchor from the docks by afternoon the sky was spewing hail

The captain went right overboard upended by the gale

I head the main mast groan before it tipped

Sails akimbo, as it fell it drove the deck into the belly of the ship

Waves swarmed us like hyenas

Scrapping for a carcass

And I woke floating as the first moon beam fell onto Andy′s silver smile

His face grew dim as the blade slipped from his teeth

He grabbed my outstretched hand

Ohhhhhh

Princess Andy

With a knife at his finger tips

Princess Andy

He'll cut a smile on your lips

A body floats in the water, strange and pink

The sharks are angling for a meal

Andy′s there too stroking all their fins

One, two, three, four

Princess Andy

With a knife at his finger tips

Princess Andy

He'll cut a smile on your

Princess Andy

With a knife at his finger tips

Princess Andy

He′ll cut a smile on your lips