Simon the Sea Monster’s flippers were fleet, as the band played the evening sun down His nautical knowledge was true and complete, and he knew of a port close to town
Sailing at twilight and on through the night, back to the Land of No Groove They were tired but finally feeling all right, as the hope in their hearts was renewed
From the big quest, at the dawn returning grand adventure far away at the shoreline, now the sun is rising sailing back to the tale’s beginning
The band stepped ashore, waving goodbye to Simon. He was off to the sea… they, to lead a revolution