Queequeg's Sister (My Baby 's An Idolator) (feat. Island Time Steel Band)

Call me, Ishmael… She walks around the streets of New Bedford In the 19th Century She's got a handful of shrunken heads, and - I know she'll never cause harm to me She's looking like a tattoo blanket When she's throwing her arms around me And I know I'll float upon her coffin Her love will never let me drown And there is nothing that I would rather do Than sail off to the southern seas and be Tusitala, too! I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her, My Baby 's an Idolator I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her, My Baby 's an Idolator She walks in to the old Spouter Inn And orders her dinner, Raw Bloody Steaks And I'm sitting her, lookin' across the room Oh damn, this woman 's so fine She's looking like a tattoo blanket When she's throwing her arms around me And I know I'll float upon her coffin Her love will never let me drown And there is nothing that I would rather do Than sail off to the southern seas and be Tusitala, too! I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her, My Baby 's an Idolator I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her, My Baby 's an Idolator