Lyrics:

Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy
No matter if I opt out or not
He got his always worried about what I got
Well, I got a knuckle honey
And you have the fin
But we don't even know if this thing
Used to walk or swim

I dug up a skull
I made a mold
Filled it with plaster
And you know what I was told?
Well how would you feel
If I dug up your head
Well I wouldn't want to be fielding
Any of your loaded questions
Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy
Way after their time underground
Back of my head smells like a kick drum
Sight undisturbed
Resting satisfied or
I've got to find a new home for the petrified
Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy