Shark Sandwich (Spinal Tap Tribute)

[Intro – sloppy slap bass, guitar moans on a wah pedal, whispered “oh yeah” way too close to the mic] [Verse 1 – awkward sultry growl] She brought me a platter, dripping with heat, Shark between buns, it’s more than a treat. Lips on the ketchup, mustard divine, Baby this sandwich… is crossing the line. [Chorus – gang vocals panting, out of time] Shark Sandwich! (mmm bite it slow) Shark Sandwich! (funk in the mayo) Sexy and heavy, sticky and sweet, Chew on the rhythm, taste the meat. [Verse 2 – guitarist trying to purr, but just sounds sweaty] Mayonnaise drippin’, mustard on skin, The pickle is wicked, it slides right in. Tomato’s blushing, the lettuce undressed, The shark takes a bite and it tears up your vest. [Chorus – louder, but somehow less in tune] Shark Sandwich! (baby don’t stop) Shark Sandwich! (let the juices drop) It’s funky and metal, it’s greasy romance, Take off the wrapper and give it a dance. [Bridge – creepy whisper over a slow bass throb] I wanna taste your bun… Feel the fin on my tongue… It’s not Stonehenge, love, But it weighs a ton. [Solo – guitarist moaning along with his own bends, bassist slaps way too hard] [metal guitar solo] [Final Chorus – full shouting, heavy breathing] Shark Sandwich! (bite it again) Shark Sandwich! (sweat on my chin) It’s funky, it’s sexy, it’s heavy, it’s wet, The Sun never sweats… but I’m dripping yet. [Outro – guitars squeal, someone moans into a mic, drummer misses the ending cue and just keeps hitting the hi-hat until silence]