The minute you walked in the joint,
I could smell you were a man who was stinkin',
a real big lobster,
fresh shellfish,
you give me a rash,
ladies love a decapod with clothes made of cash.
Then let me get right to the point,
I don't boil my pot for every crab I see.
Hey, rich lobster,
Blow, your wad of cash on me.