Lyrics

I can't believe the news today
Chatter's doing crabs again, I just can't stay away

How long? How long can they keep this on?
Crab on! Crab ON!

Cilezza's drinking bottles of rum that are cheap
Nigel's crushing crabs with his bare feet!
Luke takes a swig alcohol
And Tony's back hurts, hurts from hitting the golf ball
Sunday, Crabby Sunday Sunday, Crabby Sunday
Sunday, Crabby Sunday

OH! I'm not boiling eggs! No! It's crab! We're steaming crabs! OH!