| She came down from Cincinnati | 
| It took her three days on the train | 
| Lookin’for some peace and quiet | 
| Hoped to see the sun again | 
| But now she lives down by the ocean | 
| She’s takin’care to look for sharks | 
| They hang out in the local bars | 
| And they feed right after dark | 
| Can’t you feel 'em circlin', honey | 
| Can’t you feel 'em swimmin’around | 
| You got fins to the left, fins to the right | 
| And you’re the only bait in town | 
| Oh oh Oh oh You got fins to the left, fins to the right | 
| And you’re the only girl in town | 
| She’s saving up all of her money | 
| Wants to head it south in May | 
| Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n'roll man | 
| Somewhere down Montserrat way | 
| But the money’s good in the season | 
| Helps to lighten up her load | 
| Boys keep her high as the months go by She’s getting postcards from the road | 
| Can’t you feel 'em closin’in, honey | 
| Can’t you feel 'em schoolin’around | 
| You got fins to the left, fins to the right | 
| And you’re the only girl in town | 
| Sailed off to Antigua | 
| It took her three days on a boat | 
| Lookin’for some peace and quiet | 
| Maybe keep her dreams afloat | 
| But now she feels like a remora | 
| 'Cause the school’s still close at hand | 
| Just behind the reef are the big white teeth | 
| Of the sharks that can swim on the land | 
| Can’t you feel 'em circlin', honey | 
| Can’t you feel 'em schoolin’around | 
| You got fins to the left, fins to the right | 
| And you’re the only bait in town | 
| You got fins to the left, fins to the right | 
| And you’re the only girl in town |