Lyrics of 'Nook, Line & Sinker' by The Stupendium

Sorry, where was I? Ah, yes
They say of the fable that businessmen croon
That dog may eat dog but he pays the raccoon
Filling up the coffers, billing
Up the otters, watching them squirm

Yes, lions and tigers and bears owe my firm
I've made mountains from founding these
Half-finished villages
Run down little towns that I
Fill up with idiots declare one the mayor
Flair their ego a little bit

Charge them with fixing it then
Charge for the privilege
You buy land at a high deposit when
I drop profitable hovels on it
Each island is like a wallet ‘cause
I got the whole place in my pocket

You crank the land value with every
Little bit of spit and polish
If I get a better tenant than you
Well, thank you! Everything's demolished
It's about time I took some more
Payments from your good selves
I'm just balancing the books

But I'm still waiting on the bookshelves
You promised you'd build me once
You'd patched the fence
Don't like it? Then bill me
I'll just add it to the rent
Never seen a game so twee

But there's administration fees
For this little haven we
Chiselled from complacency
And we pay it gratefully
Slaving every day for the
Price tag attached to the back
Of our new horizon
Raccoon in a tie that racked up a tycoon
Can't handle my mess? You'd

Best stick with splatoon
You'll be knee deep in seashells
Before we hit noon
And that's hardly a dent in
The debt you've accrued
You may wonder why we keep moving around

The houses you buy aren't
That structurally sound
A few years will lapse
They collapse to the ground
And these suckers cough up
For another new town!
You call me amoral? Is that what you think?

Well, at least I've not driven
My assistant to drink poor, dear
Little isabelle is caught in a living hell
It's fishing and yard work
Not building a citadel
Overworked, underpaid
That poor little shih tzu
Managing a bunch of animals

I guess it really is a-
I guess you see the pun there
Some mayor you turned out to be
If I do say so
How fitting, in a town full of critters
That the only human is the scapegoat
Never seen a game so twee
But there's administration fees
For this little haven we

Chiselled from complacency
And we pay it gratefully
Slaving every day for the
Price tag attached to the back
Of our new horizon
Extortion has seldom been so inoffensive
No matter the tax and whatever the rent is
They flock and they herd just
To pay their expenses
With no picket lines 'cept

A few garden fences
Read between the lines and you
Might find the margins
So, eat up the jargon
Don't argue the bargains
Or I'll add a "no pets" clause
It wouldn't be hard and
I'll have every resident live in the garden
Never seen a game so twee
But there's administration fees
For this little haven we

Chiselled from complacency
And we pay it gratefully
Slaving every day for the
Price tag attached to the back
Of our new horizon
Never seen a game so twee
But there's administration fees
For this little haven we

Chiselled from complacency
And you pay it gratefully
Slaving every day for the
Price tag I've slapped on the
Back of your new horizon
Right, rent's due
And I think you owe me some nuts
Or fruit or fish or something