Thalassocracy

Wait, it isn't so great Since you learned karate chop, chop, chop, chop, chop You're walking machs And I'm just swimming in the slop, slop, slop, slop, slop You wave your wand at me And make me dance flip flop, flip flop, flip I want to sing for you And make your head go pop, pop, pop, pop, pop The inuit man Had not so much a Caesar He had provision, said "You're spraying in the windy And I'm just pissing off, off, off, off, off I'm literally deaf down here From your canned philosoph, soph, soph, soph Softly can you hear me Through the s*cking of your quaff, quaff, quaff, quaff, quaff? I'm Thala*socracy And you're just Romanov" The inuit man Had not so much a Caesar He had provision