I'm a Manatee - John Lithgow

From time to time I dream that I’m a manatee

Undulating underneath the sea

Unshackled by the chains of idle vanity

A modest manatee, that’s me

I look just like a chubby, brown banana-tee

As I nose along the cozy ocean floor

Immune from human folly and inanity

That’s why a manatee is such a happy, herby bore

I’m a manatee, I’m a manatee

I’m every bit as wrinkled as my grannity

No difference between my face and fanity

A noble manatee, well, that’s me

With the dietary habits of a manatee

I never fail to lick my platter clean

I sprinkle seaweed on my raisin branity

The perfect manatee cuisine

With my wit, sophistication and urbanity

I dignify my watery domain

No one near will ever hear me use profanity

Because a manatee has his image to maintain

I’m a manatee, I’m a manatee

I keep my reputation spick and spanity

No difference between my face and fanity

A speakly manatee, well, that’s me

Encumbered by my lumbering giganity

I’m thought to be an ocean going brute

The least appealing creature on the planety

But to a manatee, I’m cute

I prefer my world of silence and of sanity

But my underwater friends don’t all agree

For whenever I am dreaming I’m a manatee

Somewhere a manatee is dreaming that he is me

I’m a manatee, I’m a manatee

Outside the fold of boring old humanity

No difference between my face and fanity

I’m a rolly polly, jelly rolly, sugar bowly

Heart and souly manatee, that’s me