Phish: Fee

In the cool shade of the banana treeOn the rugged trail toward the balconyA child of the twentieth centuryA dried up Goliath and a weasel named FeeFar away in another placeA fading beauty named Milly GraceA gospel singer with pox on her faceAnd a bamboo cane to help her keep the paceFee was a Buddhist prodigyLong past the age of maturitySomeday he knew it would set him freeLike it did for Floyd the chimpanzeeOh, Fee, youre trying to live a lifeThats completely free.Youre racing with the windYoure flirting with deathSo have a cup of coffeeAnd catch your breathFee first met Milly in a bar in PeruHis heart was jumping like a kangarooLike a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zooIt was hopping and jumping in wooden shoesBut Floyd was jealous and aloneHe wanted Milly for his ownA desperate craving in his bonesTheir love, he said, I will not condone.Then one day on a ship to QuebecFloyd found Fee and Milly on a lovers trekHe picked up a bottle and broke off the neckIt sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deckOh, Fee, youre trying to live a lifeThats completely freeYou want to stay with MillyUntil youre deadBut you just got a bottleUpside the headMilly turned and began to scream at Floydsaid You think youre pretty meanAnd though she was as thin as a small string beanShe slammed him in the face with a nectarineFloyd fell back over the edge of the shipTill he hung from the rail by his fingertipsaid, Floyd Ill make you lose your gripWith this tiny piece of paper I can make you slipSo Milly took that paper and did the deedFloyd hit the water with astonishing speedAnd as the sharks circled and began to feedMilly knew her weasel was finally freeOh, Fee, youre trying to live a lifeThats completely freeFloyd is dead; hes nothing but a rippleCause Milly took that paperAnd sliced him on the nipple