Intro: B , A , G , A , B , A , G , A , B , A , G , A , B , A , G D Up to my ears C In bitter tears D Can't believe I've sunk this low E As I walk the plankton Inner sanctum D Got outta dodge C Sailed on a bon-less bon voyage D You said North I headed South E Tossed overboard D Good Lord, that's a really large mouth Chorus: B A G I'm sleeping with fishes here A B In the belly of the whale A G I'm highly nutritious here A B In the belly of the whale A G Bad food, lousy atmosphere A B I don't wanna bellyache A G How long is this gonna take D C Woke up this morning kinda blue D Thinking through that age-old question E How to exit a whale's digestion D C It might behoove me to be heaved D E Head out like a human comet Chorus: B A G I'm sleeping with fishes here A B In the belly of the whale A G I'm highly nutritious here A B In the belly of the whale A G I'm ready to reappear A B I don't wanna bellyache A G Lord, how long's this gonna take B A End times they come rolling around B C Enzymes they come breaking us down to the core B A G The good Lord grants we all get a second chance Chorus: B A G I'm one of the dishes here A B In the belly of the whale A G They say I'm delicious here A B In the belly of the whale A G Lord, please make him chuck me out A It's a gut call B A G in the belly of the whale A B I'm in the belly of the whale A G In the belly of the whale A I'm in the belly B A G In the belly of the whale A B I'm in the belly of the whale A G In the belly of the whale A I'm in the belly B In the belly of the whale A In an underwater jail G It's a tight squeeze A It's a-gettin' to me B But it's roomier than the tail A Hey, sailor Got my flow free G Like a salmon to the sea A From the L.A. Symphony B I'm a paddleboat Paddlin' in their wake A A fake free-styler G But my unemployment pays A I'm avoiding cliches B Like "whale of a tale" stale A Or "you can't keep G A good man down," A 'Cause you can And I've been there man B But I've been expectorated A I'm elated I'm free G Like Willie Happy day A Oops that's a bit of a cliche Now the guitar plays this: B , A , G , A , B , A , G , A , B , A , G , A , B , A , G , A , B , A , G While they repeat the same line: "In the belly of the whale"