Squirrel of the Seas

This is a parody of Alan Parson Project's "Eye in the Sky"

I've got treasure hot in my hands

I'll try burying it in the sand

And there's a secret spot that I know

In seven hours I've got a hole

No peeking

Blistered my soles

To bury the gold that they're seeking

Maybe this spot's too easy to find

Maybe this spot's erosion inclined

I'll dig that treasure up to secure it

And polish it up just to ensure

It's pretty

Then dig a new hole

And bury it below preceiving

I am the pie-are-at guy

Moving my jewels

'Til they're hard to find

I am the squirrel of the seas

Scratching at fleas

Jewels are on my mind

I should move that treasure again

To know that

Treasure's hard to find, Treasure's hard to find

Maybe this hole's poorly disguised

Maybe it won't decieve prying eyes

I'll dig another hole like before

Diggin' treasure's not such a chore, it's real fun

Then I'll make a map so I know which hole's the real one

Just tell me which map's the real one  (in a confused mumble)