I'm yet to get dressed,
I'm safe in my shell.
Don't consider me sadly;
I'm feeling quite well.
I'm legless, I'm stranded;
The tide is now out.
But, the sea will return,
Of that, there's no doubt.
And, while some may deem
I appear denuded.
Let me venture a thought.
(Please don't think me deluded.)
Of course, there are problems
Incurred by separation
Of the limbs from the torso,
But, I call it liberation.
(Encore)
So, I'm yet to get dressed
But, I'm free from the swell.
Don't believe me depressed,
I'm feeling quite well.
