FITTY-TREE WAYS TO LOSE YOUR LOVER

It's all in your head, ultimate, Lee
Logic will get you through, see?
Let me help you in your struggle to be free
And loose the tenacious hold of this clinging cephalopodee
Dey mus' be fitty-tree ways to lose your lover, Andy
Fitty-tree ways to lube the old Oyster Rockefeller, see?

I'm nun too found of being in the habit
Of poking my nose into every octopussy's rabbit
Or other people's steak and kidney Octopie
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
This octopus is ever so much more than merely food.

But allow me to risk redundancy in order to assist you, you lubber
There mus' be at least fitty-tree ways to lube your rubber.

You just slip it out on its back, Jack
Put it in the frying pan, Stan
Serve it up with poi, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the octopus, Gus
You don't need to fuss much
Just drop it in the ghee, Lee
And get yourself some Brie.

She said it grieves me, Zoe, to see your Freddy in such pain
If only I could do you in some way that would make it smile again
I appreciate that, I said, and would you please re-explain
About the fitty-tree ways?

She said why don't we both just let it sleep on us it tonight
And when the sun comes up I think that you might dimly see the light
And then she kissed me Freddy and I realized that she was all right
And that there mus' be at least fitty-tree ways to lie in the clover
Oh, yeah, at least fitty-tree ways to cut loose your lover.

You just slip it out on its back, Jack
Put it in the frying pan, Stan
Serve it up with poi, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the octopus, Gus
You don't need to fuss much
Just drop it in the ghee, Lee
And serve it up with Earl Grey tea.