A scene from “Viva Mars Vegas”

Hey, Big Lobster

The minute you walked in the joint

I could smell you were a man who was stinkin'

A real big lobster

Fresh shellfish

You give me a rash

Ladies love a decapod with clothes made of cash

Then let me get right to the point

I don't boil my pot for every crab I see

Hey, rich lobster

Blow... your wad of cash on me.