Went down to the public pier
Went down with a cooler of beer
Got a text from my best friend Joe
Saying he can’t make it no more
Oh, no! Not Joe!
So I poured one out in the sea
I’ll be my own damn drinking buddy
But then a fin emerged from the dark
Something started drinking my PBR
Oh, no! It’s a shark!
Drunk Shark!
Made a habit every Tuesday night
Of downing brews with my favorite great white
Five or six turned to seven or eight
Hunting is hard when you can’t see straight
Oh, no! We’re drunk!
One day we were really buzzed
When the all-girl swim team started swimming at us
I wanted love, and he wanted food
But we were too fucked up to make any moves
Oh, no! Drunk Shark!
White Claw!
After summer it got all cold
He went to Florida to prey on the old
I stayed in town, started drinking indoors
Thought of Drunk Shark with every Molson and Coors
Oh, no! Indoors?!
Next summer I was out on the pier
Sitting there alone with my cooler of beer
I heard a splash and looked down below
Drunk Shark’s back and down to party for sure!
Fuck yeah! Drunk Shark!
Drunk Shark!
Drunk Shark!
Drunk Shark!
Hither, my friend
Come, take a seat
I’ve uncovered a lot in just one week
Before you dismiss it and disagree
Won’t you entertain my POV?
Nostradamus was dyslexic
Yes, he got the numbers wrong
Dribbling wine all on his manuscript called “2021”
I have never once neglected to load up my theory gun
And fire at will on everyone
I’m history’s favorite son
Do you ever think we’re on TV?
They heighten our stakes in time for sweeps
As locusts devour the Middle East
We execute actors in the streets
Nostradamus had a bum foot
That he dragged all over town
More failed poet than occultist
A crippled birthday party clown
I will never stop my research
Lest they need me in D.C.
‘Cause I’m the chosen one
I’m history’s favorite
In the witching hour
Just a hair past 3 AM
I outstretch an arm and fumble for the nightstand
Where one man grabs a Bible
I reach for my trusty phone
And ask it kindly to confirm there’s no such thing as the unknown
Nostradamus was dyslexic
Yes, he got the numbers wrong
Dribbling wine all on his manuscript called “2021”
I have never once neglected to load up my theory gun
And fire at will on everyone
I’m history’s favorite son
about
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released October 22, 2020
Produced by the Trauma Cat with Scott Scrimes for Cuck Records
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by St. Julian P. Dingus using revolutionary ScramGraft Technologies at a horrifying fallout shelter in Syracuse, New York, USA, 2020
Artwork by Jessica Beagle
“Drunk Shark"
Music by Ralph Kojig, Roman Pando, and Rutger DiBoyere
Lyrics by Ralph Kojig and Roman Pando
Featuring “Wipe Out” by Bob Berryhill, Pat Connolly, Jim Fuller, and Ron Wilson (The Surfaris)
Lead vocal by Ralph Kojig
"Nostradamus"
Music by Ralph Kojig, Roman Pando, and Rutger DiBoyere
Lyrics by Roman Pando
Lead vocal by Roman Pando
Trauma Cat is:
Ralph Kojig — guitar, vocals
Roman Pando — bass guitar, vocals
Rutger DiBoyere — drums
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