Evolution Rag Lyrics - Incredible String Band

We're the fish men and the sea apes 

Look at our tails and scales 

And our big tough leader, away he wails 

He thinks he is the king pin but he's outraced 

By those little weedy stranger with the grin on his face 

But that is the illusionist, the circus man 

And the whole man murdering sea is his caravan 

Eat air croquettes, my children dear 

If you want to save yourself time and tears 

History picnickers follow me 

Evolution up the slopes of the sea 

Up the slopes of the sea, up the slopes of the sea 

Out on the land, out on the land singing hurray 

While a million years pass by and we get well on our way 

Grandma clears the trash left by previous picnic slaves 

And with just one swipe of her ragged fins uncovers the caves 

Singing Billy go store the map safely underground 

He does but what is this that he has found 

The map has gone how will we grow old 

Grandma's tears have made the barbecue cold 

I find myself saying here's where I came in 

The illusionist has vanished like a red hot gin 

Like a red hot gin, like a red hot gin 

Oh yeah