Fish-Witch For Fluffy!

Two idiot-fish!

Verse:

 

We're the village idiots of the sea,

my friend Saline and I are unaware-happy!

We don't have a clue why Fluffy is being so nice--

don't look a gift-cat in the mouth will have to suffice.

 

Pre-Chorus:

 

But we're grateful, whatever the reason,

we guess being a pal is definitely in season!

 

Verse:

 

Hey, Saline, is it getting toasty in here, or what?

Yeah, I think it is--I'd take off my coat, but

I'm a fish--I guess I could always scale back

on these side-tanks--but then I'd lack

 

Pre-Chorus:

 

any protection from being charbroiled and barbecued,

and that wouldn't be good if this swim's to be continued!

 

Chorus:

 

They didn't understand they'd be Fish-Witches For Fluffy,

that they'd be a seasoned snack, they failed to see.

They swim around happy in their clear-plastic bowl,

blissfully unaware--an ignorance cocoon, God rest their soul!

 

Verse:

 

"Hey, Saline, does this food taste funny to you?

I hate it, it tastes horrible, and it's damn hard to chew!

Saline, Saline, oh no, he's turned tail and gone

belly up--and that's not good--he's not got a fin to stand on!"

 

Pre-Chorus:

 

Chummy the Fish is finding it difficult to breathe.

He's about done, he's the last loser-idiot of the sea!

 

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End