My son trapped me under the sea,
With my arms and legs all tied up in a cage.
He and Justine, they dumped me in,
With my arms and legs all tied up in a cage.

I hope my friends can rescue me,
Before I lose all my sanity.
My son trapped me under the sea,
With my arms and legs all tied up in a cage.

It's cold and dark, there goes a shark,
By my little prison cell beneath the waves.
Resting my head on the sea bed,
With my arms and legs all tied up in a grave.

Holtz would sing and dance around,
Because he'd know I can't be found.
My son trapped me under the sea,
With my arms and legs all tied up in a cage.

There's no blood; I'm drinking mud.
I'd starve to death if I was not undead.
   (Starve if I was not undead...)
Here am I, wondering by the by,
Where the hell are Cordy, Gunn, and Fred?
   (Cordy, Gunn, and Fred...)

I might be trapped for eternity;
No one knows that I am stuck down here.
My son trapped me under the sea,
With my arms and legs all tied up in a cage.

Originally posted in Angel 8 His Father, Mother, Sister, and Entire Village (#2914), WX, June 11, 2002.

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