Duty To Our Pod

It’s a long long way
To Californi-ay
And the whales that are gray
Are telling stories along the way
Mama whale’s got a lot to do
For that warm water rendezvous
And even if there is no God
She’s got a duty to her pod
Hey, mama
Make a match for me
Fourteen maidens and her hands are full
Riding herd on the clumsy bulls
She’s got to make the maidens a match
So they can make a whole new batch
Mama whale said to me
I should ask you to dance
I circled you for a time or two
And thus began a whale romance
In the sunny Mexico waters
We spawned a great gray daughter
Honey, it’s our biological duty
To help procreation
Let’s drag ourselves over to The Roost
Before it’s too late