Submarine Girl

The comma between Submarine and Girl should preserve me from accusations of smut. I started this in the Commonwealth Pool with my son when he was four. On that day and on every instance of my attempting to sing it, it has been met with ‘Shut up, Dad!’.  Getting people at gigs to sing ‘Hubbla bubbla bubbla bubbla’ is a mild-mannered man’s power trip.

Well, submarine girl, yody yody yo
Nothing on the surface, danger down below
I cruised my cruiser all over the world
But I’ve never gone down on a Submarine, Girl

Well I told my mama when I was four
I said I don’t wanna stay on dry land no more
Somewhere out there on the seven seas
There’s a Submarine Girl homing in on me

Submarine girl, yody yody yo….

Smooth and deadly, sleek and black
You never see a Submarine Girl attack
You get hit from below, you start to whirl, you go
Down to the bottom with a Submarine Girl

Well Submarine Submarine Submarine Girl
Take me deep down into your Submarine world
I got my periscope up, torpedoes live
Submarine Girl, dive dive dive!

yody yody yody  yo
yody yody yody  lo
Hubbla bubbla bubbla bubbla
yody yody yody  lo

You got your North Sea, South Sea, Red Sea and Black
You got your Mediterranean and your Skaggerak
You can warm your bones in the old Gulf Stream
But a Submarine Girl gonna give you wet dreams

Well Submarine Submarine Submarine Girl
Take me deep down into your Submarine world
I got my periscope up, torpedos live
Submarine Girl, dive dive dive!

Norman Lamont 1991