(to the tune of Bob Dylan's "Oxford Town," with extreme apologies)
He went down to Innsmouth town
the Innsmouth-look was all around
wrinkly neck and eyes bugged round,
givin' me the creeps in Innsmouth Town.
Innsmouth Town that place of fear
ask too many questions and disappear
they won't admit you were ever here,
Innsmouth Town, just steer clear.
Innsmouth Town has a fishy stink,
people with hearts as black as ink,
"sleep with the fishes" means more'n you think,
think your gonna need a really good shrink.
Innsmouth town has frightful ways,
everybody`s singin' Cthulhu's praise
and yeah they all say that evil pays,
they'll conquer the world one-a these days!
Created: October 28, 2006