in a bar with a Newfie, across from an ice floe
on a bender, he just shook his head
he smelled bad, no grosser,
no one would get closer
someone yelled out, "hey! what's the game?"
when the smell then subsided,
he quickly confided
but I finally quit whacking those seals
I'm hungry for blubber,
but it still tastes like rubber,
but man, I still love love how it feels

in the mirror I saw them
and no one aproached them
why were they here in this place?
they walked to the sealer
who sat there beside me
they all had sad looks on their face
they spoke of ship ballast,
of pelts they were countin'
and I knew all the seals were on dead
but they started crabbing,
as his coat they're grabbing,
they screamed out in unison then...

you win your point, man we'll keep meat from seals...
bash in their heads so the skinning they won't feel
by-product reduction,
we'll up our production
come, captain, we'll seal the whole deal
we'll now use the meat from the seals


after they left then, I ordered some whisky
I thought this was nuts aftr all
from the grand banks and glaciers, they were all wasters
they killed without using it all....
seals are no beauties, but when used properly
you all must think I've lost my mind
wash one off, scrub'er, use fur, eat the blubber
no more seal wasting this time
.
you win your point, man we'll keep meat from seals...
bash in their heads so the skinning they won't feel
by-product reduction,
we'll up our production
come, captain, we'll seal the whole deal
we'll now use the meat from the seals