Friday 9 December - It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Fish-Men
Sung by the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society.
To the tune of It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas.
It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men
Everywhere I go.
From the minute I got to town
And started to look around,
I thought these ill-bred people's gill slits showed.
I'm beginning to hear a lot of fish-men
Right outside my door;
As I try to escape in fright
To the moonlit Innsmouth night
I can hear some more.
They speak with guttural croaks,
And to hear them provokes
A profound desire to flee.
Their eyes never blink,
And quite frankly they stink
Like a carcass washed up from the sea.
I wish I'd paid attention to that crazy drunken man,
He tried to warn me all about old Marsh's Deep One clan.
It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men
Everywhere I go.
They can dynamite Devil Reef,
But that'll bring no relief;
Y'ha N'thlei is deeper than they know.
I'll continue to see a lot of fish-men,
That I guarantee,
For the fish-man I really fear
Is the one who's in the mirror,
And he looks like me…
He looks just like me.