Lonely Luna

You're my anchor in a sea that's flowing green A trial of passion as I fight to go upstream A crocodile with a hunger for esteem A lonely bog that hosts a fisherman who sings She sings, la la lonely Luna Bring me opportunity Bring me lots of moolah So I can dine with the kings La la lonely Luna Bring me opportunity Bring me lots of moolah So I can dine with kings I'll leave a scar like a fingernail that cracked I'll write the anthems for the meek A shot towards the stars that resides amongst the trouts It's gonna repel back, you'll soon find out And she sings, la la lonely Luna Bring me opportunity Bring me lots of moolah So I can dine with the kings La la lonely Luna Bring me opportunity Bring me lots of moolah So I can dine with kings La-la-la-la-luna La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-moolah La-la-la-la-la La la lonely luna, Bring me opportunity Bring me lots of moolah So I can dine with kings