In the dark depths of the emerald green
A rancid scent lurks
A foul cuisine
Mysteries unfold in the land of fame
Why does the cucumber smell just like the sea's claim
The bards of old sing tales of the isle
Where fishes swim freely and dolphins smile
But amidst the joyous notes and fiddle tunes
The cucumber's odor taunts and ruins
The cucumber's odor taunts and ruins
Oh the cucumber's odor taunts and ruins
Oh
The cucumber's scent
It haunts our dreams
Like salty waves crashing
Or so it seems
With a pungent aroma that lingers near
The mystery of tuna is what we hold dear
In the deep ocean blue
A tale I'll weave
A mystery of fish
And what they can't believe
The scent of the cucumber
With a hint of the sea
Oh
What a paradox
How can this be
The legends speak of an island so grand
Where dolphins dance and fish rule the sand
But the cucumber's aroma
It spoils the fun
Taunting the senses
Like a riddle unsung
Oh the cucumber's odor taunts and ruins
Oh
The cucumber's scent
It haunts our dreams
Like salty waves crashing
Or so it seems
With a pungent aroma that lingers near
The mystery of tuna is what we hold dear
Oh
The cucumber's scent
It haunts our dreams
Like salty waves crashing
Or so it seems
With a pungent aroma that lingers near
The mystery of tuna is what we hold dear
Oh
The cucumber's scent
It haunts our dreams
Like salty waves crashing
Or so it seems
With a pungent aroma that lingers near
The mystery of tuna is what we hold dear