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I’m
Waitin’ for the sub
Goin’ out to maybe get some grub
South Marianas, out near Guam
Take about ten minutes, in case you wanna come
I’m
Waitin’ for the sub

Hey there, diver, why you lookin’ so down
Hey there, diver, looks like you gonna drown
Ain’t got no hose, no tank on your side
But at least in that suit, your corpse will be dry
I’m
Waitin’ for the sub

There’s that crab, he always got my back
There’s that shark, with his broken back
Here comes ol’ Mickey, looks like he just talked
I’ve got on headphones so that I can hear Phish rock
I’m
Waitin’ for the sub

In this here ocean, you can’t just walk
Lotsa hungry sea life, lots of jagged rocks
You get there faster and don’t need a rest
This public transport is the way that works the best
IIIII’m
Waitin’ for the sub

Yeah, I got my iPad, I got two mobile phones
I can contact anyone, don’t even gotta be home
I’ll just be here, ain’t even a thing
Someone sits by me I’ll squirt a little ink
I’m
Waitin’ for the sub

Wear this shirt: on the subway. Oh, that’s not what the artist intended? Well, have you heard about a little thing called “death of the author” lately?

Don’t wear this shirt: to an author’s funeral. It’d be very rude.

This shirt tells the world: “The propellers on the sub go round and round, round and round, round and round…”

We call this color: Bold American Bathesphere’s Yearly Boosted Locomoting Underwater Express, a.k.a “Baby Blue”