I found him in my sock, he was all alone, he was lost
I was lying ugly in the sand, watching the beautiful and bronzed ones
And then there, in my sock, I saw him and thought, ah
He's beautiful, he's beautiful, the crabby one, he has legs
That stretch and big golden eyes, ask me:
Hey guys, what did I do with him, what did you do with him?
I took him, brought him home, and there I showed him and said:
Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, let me introduce you to my pocket crab
From my home in the city to the office and in my leisure time
I put a jacket on him, taught him tricks, make him look good
He was showing off on his pincer scales, scales, scales
A painted straightjacket in yellow and blue, he was the most beautiful of
Crabs, so much sky inside, I kept him in my pocket
Didn't want to show him, but you know when I had
Guests, I couldn't resist, I took him out and shouted
Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, let me introduce you to my pocket crab
But yesterday, a spell, he turned into a water tiger
Abracadabra, a cat's head and a barracuda's body, no more legs, no
More pincers, he ate oxen and searched for the watery middle, I bled him
With blows of a rod, couldn't keep him anymore, couldn't put him
In my jacket, my woolen jacket, big sad sadness, I cried
I cried, I cried because I couldn't shout anymore
Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, let me introduce you to my pocket crab
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