Dead baby seals

I club baby seals dead
for their fresh pelts and fat to make
shoes, purses, wallets watches and hats.
I club them on the head with a
wooden baseball bat.
I like hotdogs and sno cones
red ice shaves the best.
I skin 'em alive way faster than the rest!
56 bucks a pop is a lot to get paid, and
we've got to bring home the bread
so we can get laid.
I club baby seals dead,
club them right in the head!
Since there's no money for carp,
let's crack out the harp.
They're breeding too fast
'bout time for a raid.
String 'em along, quick money to be made.
Dancing green bills spin in my head
dancing on thin ice tinted dark red.