They Might Be Giants
Rowboat Mayor
Floating around the roiling sea in a red Solo cup
Rowing around the coral reef
Thinking the whole thing up
Thinking

He thinks he's such a rowboat mayor
But he's not one now and he's not one lat-or
He thinks he's such a rowboat may-er
On a steady diet of small potaters

The nautical council held a deposition
Seems all shipmates have the same position
Honors and ranks are all just crowing
In a vessel this small there is only rowing

Fighting atop the ocean waves in a red Solo cup
Our gold doubloons lost in the spray are never floating up

There was never such a thing as a rowboat mayor
For a pack of cigarettes I will tell you later