Shells – “C. Shells” CD/Cassette
Oh the little sand flea, sittin’ in the sand
On a beautiful island. Down in the Caribbean. The little sand
Said the little sand flea, “This sand is hot!
It burn my little flea feet a lot. I better go find a shady
The little sand flea.
So he jump, jump, jump. Yes, he jump, jump, jump
Yes, he jump, jump, jump. The little sand flea.
Little sand flea heard a beautiful sound. So he looked all
Found a steel drum band in town. The little sand flea.
He jumped into a bowl of lead. The musical notes were painted
But the great big hammer headed straight for his head! So he
Little sand flea in a hungry mood. Thought he could use a little
Then he smelled something good. The little sand flea.
When he saw the soup he had a whim. He dove right in for a little
But the great big spoon was after him! So he jumped!
Now the little sand flea gave a sigh of relief.
He said, “I don’t need this kind of grief.”
So he went to rest under a leaf. The little sand flea.
Old iguana looking for a snack, saw little flea lying under the
Quietly he made his attack…Slurp…Gulp…Burp. Now he don’t
He don’t jump, no, no. He don’t jump, no, no.
He don’t jump, no, no. No more little sand flea.