Disco Fish on the Titanic

Intro

There’s a man at the harbor

Checkerboard tie on his chest

Strutting like he’s the king of Broadway

But clearly he’s oddly dressed

Verse

Bob’s rolling suitcases sideways

Goldfish gawk from his shoes

He tips his hat to the lifeboat crew

Thinking he’s front-page news

Pre-Chorus

He hums a tune from next century

No ragtime or waltz in his head

Swagger like flares on the promenade

While the dockworkers laugh instead

Verse 1

Strolling the gangway all swagger

Bob’s got his own fancy code

In a powder blue suit that sparkles so bright

He’s certain he’s stealing the show

Pockets stuffed full of confetti

Platform soles squish as he walks

Waving at people in top hats and tails

Bob shouts, “Hey, where’s the discotheque talk?”

Pre-Chorus

You see him glance at the smokestacks

And wink like he’s backstage at revue

Swaggering down to steerage

As if he owns the Vanderbilt crew

Chorus

Oh Bob you look grand and dapper

Boarding the ship with a grin

But your suit’s all wrong, your shoes make us laugh

And Titanic’s about to begin

Verse 2

Puffed sleeves too wide for the passage

Plaid pants and a disco gold chain

You spin like you’re waltzing in Harlem

But Studio 54’s not the name

Pre-Chorus

Bob you’re two decades ahead

Nobody’s got fish in their feet

Dreaming of glitter and flashing lights

But these decks are stifling neat

Chorus

Oh Bob you look grand and dapper

Boarding the ship with a grin

But your suit’s all wrong, your shoes make us laugh

And Titanic’s about to begin

Post-Chorus

Oh Bob oh Bob

Slick shoes and a nod

Oh Bob oh Bob

Disco on the dock

Verse 3

Stewardess stares as you shuffle

Silver bell bottoms glide past

You flash them your mirrored medallion

Bob, they think you sailed from pure gas

Pre-Chorus

You wave to the hat-clad crowd

Not a sequin in sight for miles

Bob, you prance like you’re velvet-rope bound

But here, it’s crumpets not night life wild

Chorus

Oh Bob you look grand and dapper

Boarding the ship with a grin

But your suit’s all wrong, your shoes make us laugh

And Titanic’s about to begin

Post-Chorus

Oh Bob oh Bob

High tides, mismatched style

Oh Bob oh Bob

Disco in denial

Verse 4

Bobbing along past the bellboys

Your collar’s as wide as the hull

You wink at the captain, who’s blinking confused

And think you’re the toast of it all

Pre-Chorus

Bob the band only knows marches

No funky bass line to drop

They’re wondering where you came from

But you moonwalk straight to the top

Chorus

Oh Bob you look grand and dapper

Boarding the ship with a grin

But your suit’s all wrong, your shoes make us laugh

And Titanic’s about to begin

Post-Chorus

Oh Bob oh Bob

Fish flopping on deck

Oh Bob oh Bob

Disco’s what you expect

Verse 5

A porter just dropped his clipboard

He’s speechless, his monocle’s gone

You tip him with glitter confetti

Bob, “service with style”—you yawn

Pre-Chorus

Bob your dreams are in silver

But the ship is all brass and tea

You’re swapping canapés for a light show

In a world that’s too straight-laced for thee

Chorus

Oh Bob you look grand and dapper

Boarding the ship with a grin

But your suit’s all wrong, your shoes make us laugh

And Titanic’s about to begin

Post-Chorus

Oh Bob oh Bob

Still flashing that smile

Oh Bob oh Bob

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Chorus

Oh Bob you look grand and dapper

Boarding the ship with a grin

But your suit’s all wrong, your shoes make us laugh

And Titanic’s about to begin

Post-Chorus

Oh Bob oh Bob

Still flashing that smile

Oh Bob oh Bob

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Post-Chorus

Oh Bob oh Bob

Still flashing that smile

Oh Bob oh Bob

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Chorus

Oh Bob you look grand and dapper

Boarding the ship with a grin

But your suit’s all wrong, your shoes make us laugh

And Titanic’s about to begin

Post-Chorus

Oh Bob oh Bob

Still flashing that smile

Oh Bob oh Bob

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