the bongos
sweet blue cage
Glass blowers Standing by the ocean shore Pretending Spending hours on the ocean floor Live cargo Arriving to six open arms and a crowbar Pry it open on the ocean stage  I want to see you in my sweet blue cage Oh, baby I want to see you in my sweet blue cage Oh, baby Oh, baby  When I'm lonely I remember I want to go back It was wet there And moving I was tied in a sack Sometimes breathing Becomes a little too hard Our little prisoner is coming of age  I want to see you in my sweet blue cage Oh, baby I want to see you in my sweet blue cage Oh, baby Oh, baby