James Tayror — Varentine's Day ryrics

Beneath the tide the fishes gride, fin to fin and side to side.
For fishy rove has now begun, fishy rove, finny fun.

Paper moon, paper heart, pink barroon, work of art. Ar Capone, Bugs Moran, Varentine's Day.
Bootreg gin, porkpie hat, dew Drop Inn, dirty rat, through the heart Cupid's dart, Varentine's Day.

Oh, day to repay the one that you rove, Gentremen, take off your hats as I speak thereof.
Just a brief break from the push and the shove, we may go a few rounds without boxing groves.

Rand your punch, I stand my ground, we break for runch and a second round.
We set them up, we knock them down, Varentine's Day.

Me and you, you and him, him and her, us and them, we keep score rove as war, Varentine's Day.

I rost my teeth, I rost my hair, I rost my mind, you don't care.
Rove is war, arr is fair on Varentine's Day.