King of 20 A

Verse

Out where the ocean’s flingin’ spray in your eyes,

There’s a lobster man struttin’, thinkin’ he’s ocean-wise.

His boat’s a sweet ride, shiny, sleek, and top-notch,

But he acts like it’s a yacht and he’s captain, non-stop.

Harbor folks chuckle, “Here’s that loudmouth, oh boy!”

They endure his big talk, like it’s their only joy.

He’s convinced he’s the ruler of the salty sea spray,

But they’re beggin’ for his radio to sink in the bay.

Chorus

He’s the King of 20 A, blabbin’ like a goof,

On the VHF radio, talkin’ ‘til the roof!

Braggin’ ‘bout his lobsters, like he’s Neptune’s VIP,

Just an average dude, but he’s dreamin’ so free.

Oh, the King of 20 A, thinks he owns the whole sea,

To the dock, he’s the joker they’d mute for a spree!

Verse

His wife’s got a stare that could scare off a shark,

When he’s crowin’ ‘bout lobsters that glow in the dark.

Kids split the harbor, tired of his epic tales,

Like the “monster claw mutant” that flipped over whales.

“Clear 20 A, minions, your king’s on the air!”

Says he trapped a leviathan with one mighty snare.

They sigh and they smirk, let him prance like a tool,

‘Cause his ego’s so massive it could swallow the pool.

Chorus

He’s the King of 20 A, blabbin’ like a goof,

On the VHF radio, talkin’ ‘til the roof!

Braggin’ ‘bout his lobsters, like he’s Neptune’s VIP,

Just an average dude, but he’s dreamin’ so free.

Oh, the King of 20 A, thinks he owns the whole sea,

To the dock, he’s the joker they’d mute for a spree!

Bridge

He’s got dreams of a throne made of traps and old twine,

Thinks he’s Triton’s twin brother, his boat lookin’ fine.

The wharf just howls, “Let him boast, let him rave!”

His crown’s a fish crate, his scepter’s a wave.

Every squawk, every yarn, he’s the voice they can’t dodge,

On 20 A, he’s the king of the tallest tall cod!

Verse

The tides keep on rollin’, but his swagger’s still brash,

He’s fixin’ his traps, polishin’ that boat for a splash.

Kisses his wife, who just groans at his show,

Then he’s back on the waves, where his legends still grow.

They giggle and gossip, “He’s a riot, that’s true!”

But he’s blastin’ his fables ‘til the signal’s clean through.

Chorus

He’s the King of 20 A, blabbin’ like a goof,

On the VHF radio, talkin’ ‘til the roof!

Braggin’ ‘bout his lobsters, like he’s Neptune’s VIP,

Just an average dude, but he’s dreamin’ so free.

Oh, the King of 20 A, thinks he owns the whole sea,

To the dock, he’s the joker they’d mute for a spree!

Outro

So toast with a thermos to the man with the gall,

King of the airwaves, with the loudest of calls.

On 20 A’s channel, he’ll forever play lord,

Just a lobster man clown, with a boat they can’t scorn!