Baby seals on a beach It's the job that I do
They just stare into space As I give them a knock
Big fur coats on a rail Are the things that I sell
And they look really nice Only two thousand pounds
Well I used to do fish But the fish all ran out
So I had to change jobs And so now I do seals
Oh I must have that coat For the party next week
Oh it's simple divine What the neighbours will say
It's the job that I do are the things that I sell
It's the job that I do are the things that I sell