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Intro One: (only on Dr. Octagon "hidden track" original version)
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I would have been completely dead had it not been for the Shark Man.
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Shark Man? *chuckling*
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Judging from his appearance, that's the most appropriate
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name I could come up with for him.
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I hate this kid.
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This uhh... THING you're talking about.
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It had the body of a shark, and the arms and face of a man?
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That's the chap.
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Holy jumping jackfish!
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Intro Two: Mr. Gerbik
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*moaning, growling*
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Yes, you have met the dangerous 208 year-old Uncle of Dr. Octagon.
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I myself Mr. Gerbik. Half-shark, half-man, skin like alligator.
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Carrying a dead walrus. Check it.
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Verse One: Mr. Gerbik
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With my white eyes, gray hair, face is sky-blue yellow
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Sideburns react, my skin is colored lilac
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My skin turn orange and green in the limousine
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People think I'm mixed with shark, drinking gasoline
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Underwater I breathe and let loose on my sleeve
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Walking down Hollywood Boulevard with a credit card
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Three alligators behind me, feel my skin is hard
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Transvestites, and people watch space parasites
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I left his head in the store, legs in the street
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Body in Wilcox, with blood dripping off my feet
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L.A.P.D. through gray clouds couldn't see me
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I first turned rainbow, closed my eyes, watch my brain glow
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People got scared and ranned away they think I'm weird
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I was born this way, halfsharkalligator
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Is he weird??
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Chorus: Mr. Gerbik *singing*
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half-shark-alligator-half-man
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"Half man, half shark!"
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half-shark-alligator-half-man
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"Half man, half shark!"
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Verse Two: Mr. Gerbik
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My vomit fluctuates, covers your skull like protoplasm
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Lightning bugs turn pink, on my tongue catches spasms
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Green elephants, I battle streets with a zebra
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My mechanism is more than Dionne's psychic voodoo
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African beads, snakeskins, cold script through you my medical passes
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You can't see, with greedy glasses
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Carbon dioxide, pour right through em with gases
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My description dinosaur
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I was made half-shark-half-man, my skin is like razor blades
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Seven-oh-seven, Mr. Gerbik
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Verbally no one change my thoughts, animals fly from Philly
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My appetites more big it's time for wildabeasts
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Adjust my skulls, seven eyes switch hydraulic scribbles
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and shrimps, mack gorillas like a pimp
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Half-shark-alligator-man
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Three: Mr. Gerbik
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In my real world, orangutangs dance for Thanksgiving
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With skeleton bones and skunk tails, is my mission
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Holding backward raps to all my power packs
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Babboons clap, and girl horses wanna hit the sack
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We're too bold for ocean water, monkeys sniffin ice
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Contact Jupiter pools Martians bring my rice
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I'm out flyin with purple capes in the twilight
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Oooh ooh ooh, tonight's the night
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My oxygen region's, New York to California
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Half shark alligator half man!
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Outro: PBS "Nature"
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It takes a supreme feat of strength to swim through
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the water plows while dragging two hundred and
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fifty pounds on your back... the crocodile's teeth
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are designed to seize and hold, not to cut through
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skin. During all the hours the somber lay in the water,
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but are unable to penetrate the deer's tough hide.
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The crocodiles make a few token objections; but in the
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end, give up the struggle.
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half sharkalligator half man
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| Dr. Octagon |
