Don’t tell us we’re not exuberant
As hermit crabs go
You tourists come here and take Our shells away
As well you know
But everyday we are growing
So these days now what can we do
There’s not enough real house building
For first time buyers
And for us really only a few
Properties are on the market
Those close to the beach are all gone
So we have to make do with mackeral cans
And coke cans that you’ve thrown upon
The dunes or the pavement and many are sticky
They stink like the clappers which puts our backs up
And its just a smooth cylinder rubbish to hold
We are advertising thats what we’ve been told
Why not make tins more shell like so we
could move into them and just live in the sea
You know it makes sense the recycling way
A lifetime of selling, its clear it will pay
And under the sea it could make all the difference
Great stacks of coke cans a city infact
Easy to sell when we outgrow it makes sense
And with coral and sea weeds it would attract
Second time buyers and hermits with families
Why do these ideas come from us,not from you
You dump all your plastic into our oceans
At least use you heads a bit and help us to do
The good thing the right thing
A home for a lifetime
A ham tin where lots live in a commune
You know it makes sense a practical sea tip
Where all of the hermits can be living soon
You know on your own its a solitary journey
No one to talk to And nobody cares
To live in a city of Cans would be pretty
Where everyone helps out and everyone shares